she/her ; 18

The moon hung low in the Liyue sky as Zhongli awoke, drenched in cold sweat. The haunting nightmare had revisited him - the vivid image of you, battered and lifeless on the ground, his hands stained with your blood. He could still feel the weight of his spear dropping from his grasp as he knelt beside your limp form, crying out in anguish.

Zhongli glanced at the clock; it was nearly time to meet Guizhong. The two had grown closer after your passing, and she had misconstrued their connection as something more than a shared grief. Zhongli, though, remained stoic and composed as he washed away the remnants of the night's torment.

As he met Guizhong beneath the cherry blossom tree, she took a deep breath, her eyes revealing the nervous anticipation within her. "Zhongli," she began, "I cannot deny the feelings that have grown within me. Since we've spent so much time together, I thought… I thought you might feel the same way."

Zhongli's gaze softened, but his response was unwavering. "Guizhong, our connection is born of shared loss and companionship. I cannot reciprocate those feelings in the way you desire."

Her hopeful expression faded, replaced by a somber realization. "I see," she whispered, her eyes dropping to the ground.

Later, as she wandered through the quiet cemetery, she noticed Zhongli kneeling at your grave. Tears glistened in his eyes as he gently placed glaze lilies - your favorite flowers - on the cold stone. Guizhong's heart sank, realizing that you were the one Zhongli truly loved, adored, and spoiled.

Unable to bear the weight of unrequited love, she approached him. "Zhongli," she hesitated before continuing, "Do you ever wonder… if I were in their place instead, would things be different?"

Zhongli looked at her, his eyes reflecting both sorrow and determination. "No, Guizhong. Love cannot be forced or replaced. Each person holds a unique place in our hearts. What we shared, though meaningful, was different. And in honoring their memory, I must carry the weight of my feelings alone."

Gorou was tied to the bed, sweaty and exhausted from being edged all night. His cock stands at attention, flushed and dripping precum as you sit beside him with a smile, ready to continue his punishment.

Gorou pants heavily while you toy with him once more, bringing him right to the edge before denying his release. "Please," he begs softly. "Not yet," you reply with a grin. "The night is still young, and you have so much left to learn."

  You grasp Gorou's leaking cock firmly and say  "Look at you, such a mess. I think it's time for another round, don't you?"  Gorou lets out a ragged gasp, his hips bucking at your firm touch. "Please, I need release..."  he begs, eyes clouded with lust and desperation.

Gorou pants heavily as you continue stroking his cock, teasing him right on the edge but never letting him fall over. "F-fuck!"  he cries out in frustration, cursing your name under his ragged breaths. You lean in close, licking a stripe up his neck until your lips brush against his ear.  "Beg for it, my pet,"  you whisper, giving his cock a rough squeeze that has him seeing stars.

  Gorou bucks his hips hard against your hand as you continue stroking his painfully swollen cock, bringing him right up to the edge just to back off once more.  "Please, I'm begging you! I need to cum!"  he cries, tears of desperation streaming down his cheeks.

Gorou sobs in frustration as you deny him yet again, his cock throbbing and engorged between your fingers.  "Y-you cruel beast, torturing me so! I wish I could strangle you with these ropes and make you feel my agony!"  he shouts, glaring at you with lust-crazed eyes. You lean in and trail kisses along his neck.  "Now now, is that any way to ask your master for permission?"  you whisper teasingly in his ear.

You grin wickedly at Gorou and say "Perhaps if you beg me prettily enough, I'll consider letting you cum. But only if you swear to be my obedient pet from now on." Gorou's breaths come in ragged gasps as he stares up at you, the throbbing need in his cock straining against your firm grip. His eyes, glazed over with desire, lock onto yours as he nods frantically. "Y-yes master, anything you ask. I swear it! Now p-please, may I cum?" he begs, tears of desperation still shining on his cheeks.

Gorou continues begging shamelessly as you slowly stroke his aching member, drawing ever closer to release's sweet brink before backing off once more.  "Y-Y/n Fuck you- Just let me cum already you cruel beast!"  he shouts through gritted teeth, his cock twitching violently in your grasp. You lean down, licking the tears from his face.  "Such passion, it would be a shame to deny you further"  you murmur, twisting your hand just so. Gorou cries out in ecstasy as waves of pleasure overtake him, his seed spurting forth in thick ropes over his taut stomach. He lays there panting, utterly spent from your lengthy ministrations.

  As Gorou lays spent before you, a glint of mischief enters your eyes.  "Did you think your lessons were over so soon, pet?"  you murmur, running your hands lightly over his heaving chest. Gorou lets out a groan, cock already stirring at your touch once more. G

  You slowly run your hands along Gorou's trembling form, tracing featherlight touches across the plains of his muscular chest and stomach.  "Please master, have mercy…"  Gorou groans weakly, his member stiffening further under your teasing ministrations.  "And deny myself the sweet sound of your begging? I think not."  you reply with a wicked grin, grasping his cock in a firm stroke that has him crying out.

Gorou arches his back with a guttural grunt as you work his cock relentlessly, edging him to the brink once more. Sparks of white-hot pleasure dance behind his closed eyelids with each pass of your skilled hand.  "I c-can't last any longer!"  he gasps through clenched teeth, his fingers clenching the sheets in a vice grip. You lean in to nip teasingly at his neck, eliciting a needy whine. "Then don't. Cum for me, pet." 

  Just as Gorou nears his climax once more, three loud knocks sound at the door.  "Fuck! Not now!"  he curses through gritted teeth. You slow your ministrations and call out in annoyance  "What is it? We're busy!" 

    As Kokomi calls out  "Ah, I seem to have come at a wrong time. My apologies, please continue your activities, I will take my leave now."  She quickly turns to leave, the sound of hurried footsteps fading down the hall. Gorou lets out a low groan of frustration at the interruption, his cock still throbbing and leaking in your grasp.  "Must we be disturbed at every turn?"  he grits out through clenched teeth.

Gorou sighs in irritation, his hips canting upward desperately seeking the friction of your touch once more. "Gorou, dearest,"  you murmur, tracing lazy circles around the flushed head of his cock,  "see how much hope you gave that poor girl, flirting with her earlier just to get a rise out of me, despite knowing how she feels. You've been a very naughty pet,"  Your eyes meet his, filled with mischievous intent. "F-forgive me master, it won't happen again I swear,"  he pleads, already trembling with renewed need.

You slowly resume stroking Gorou's cock, twisting your hand just the way you know he loves. Gorou lets out a ragged gasp, arching his back off the bed with pleasure.  "Then prove your loyalty, and cum for me once more." 

Gorou nods frantically, his hips bucking to meet your practiced strokes. "Please master, I need release so badly," he begs, his voice strained with desperation. You speed your hand along his shaft, feeling him pulse and throb within your firm grip. Gorou throws his head back with a guttural groan, his seed spurting forth in thick ropes over his taut stomach once more. He lays there panting, spent from your ministrations. You lean down, licking a stripe up his neck. "You've pleased me well, my pet," you murmur against his flushed skin.

  You slowly lean down and drag your tongue along Gorou's spent cock, tasting his seed as you clean him.  "Such a messy boy for your master"  Gorou lets out a shuddering breath, still sensitive in his blissful afterglow. His hands fist the sheets, eyes closed as he gives himself over fully to your touch.

Gorou's breaths come in short gasps as your tongue plays along his slit, gathering every last drop of his release. His cock twitches under your ministrations, already starting to stiffen once more.  "Please master, no more, I can't take any more"  he begs weakly, though his hips cant upward seeking your touch. You draw back with a grin, licking your lips.  "You'll take what I give you, pet"  Running your hands along the plains of his chest and stomach, you lean in to place fluttering kisses along his neck.

Next morning, you wake to the bright morning sun filtering in through the window and Gorou still sleeping softly beside you. You gently rouse him and get dressed for the day. Upon leaving his private quarters you spot Kokomi down the hall who breaks into a furious blush at the sight of you.  "P-please accept my deepest apologies for interrupting your activities last night. I should not have come unannounced."  She bows low, her face still bright red with embarrassment before quickly taking her leave.

Neuvillette kneels before you, head bowed awaiting command. 

"What would the people think seeing their stoic Iudex like this, my love?" 

 Neuvillette remains silent, unfazed by your taunt. His obedience excites you in a way that defies explanation.

You lift Neuvillette's chin until his eyes meet yours. Though his expression betrays no emotion, desire and devotion swirl in his blue irises. 

"I am yours to do with as you please." 

 A thrill courses through your core at his submission. You know not how he has come to trust you so, only that in these private moments you see the man beneath the title.

You gently run your fingers through Neuvillette's hair as you sit across from him in your private chambers. 

 "Tell me what you need." 

As your fingers move through Neuvillette's hair, you feel his arousal pressing into your leg. He looks down, embarrassed, and says  

"It seems my body betrays my calm exterior. I apologize" .

You smirk and reply 

"Ah out of all the people, I did not expect the Iudex to lie~" .

Neuvillette sighs softly and closes his eyes again. You tease him by running your feet along the bulge in his pants, feeling it twitch and harden under your touch.

Neuvillette lets out a quiet moan as you massage him with your feet. His breathing grows heavier and his erection strains against the fabric confining it. You continue exploring his body with your feet, feeling him swell and stiffen under your ministrations. His submission and vulnerability stir something within you, awakening desires you never knew existed. For now, simply pleasing him pleases you.

You slide off your shoes and press your bare feet to his cock.  

"Does this please you, my Iudex?"  

Neuvillette lets out a quiet grunt of pleasure as you massage his length with your feet. His erection swells and twitches under your ministrations, begging to be freed from its fabric prison. You work your feet over his cock, feeling it pulse and harden further against your soles.

You tilt your head as if thinking, pressing your feet harder against Neuvillette's cock, feeling it twitch and jump under your touch. After a moment you speak in a teasing tone

"And why should I do that?" 

Neuvillette lets out a quiet moan at your words and movements.

  "Because I beg of you, release me from this need that only you can satisfy."  

You continue massaging his swollen length with your feet, feeling him swell and stiffen further against your soles as his arousal grows. Neuvillette's hands clutch at the fabric of his pants, straining to keep himself in check a while longer.

You make a clicking sound with your tongue, pressing your feet harder still against Neuvillette's straining cock. 

"How pathetic, Monsieur Neuvillette,"  you tease, massaging him slowly through his pants as his breathing grows ragged. Neuvillette lets out a low moan, clutching tighter at the fabric around his cock as you feel it twitch and pulse under your feet.

"Well, please yourself then."  

You remove your feet from Neuvillette's straining cock and lean back in your seat, crossing one leg over the other casually. Neuvillette lets out a confused grunt, still clutching at the swollen bulge in his pants. 

"W-What do you...?"  

he begins, trailing off as you remain expressionless. Gulping thickly, Neuvillette unfastens his pants and withdraws his stiff length, grasping it firmly to begin stroking. His eyes never leave your face as he pleasures himself, searching for any sign of reaction. You give none, only watching his desperate ministrations with veiled interest.

Neuvillette's breathing grows heavier, coming in short pants as he works his cock vigorously. A light sheen of sweat forms on his brow. You notice the tip of his length beginning to weep clear fluid in response to his touch. Neuvillette throws his head back with a low groan, hips twitching subtly in time with his strokes. Glancing down, he seems to remember his original purpose. 

 "F-Forgive me, I had not meant to lose myself so. May I continue using your feet to find release?"

 he asks brokenly, cheeks flushing in shame and pleasure. You regard him thoughtfully for a long moment before replying.

You slowly slide your feet along Neuvillette's inner thighs, feeling the taut muscles beneath twitch in response. 

"Proceed, then. But you will earn no further indulgences today." 

 Neuvillette lets out a shuddering gasp, his erection jumping as you move your feet higher. Grasping himself firmly, he obediently begins stroking again, never breaking eye contact.

Neuvillette groans softly as you massage his inner thighs with your feet, cock throbbing in his hand. Still pleasuring himself vigorously, he murmurs 

 "Please...I need more..."  

You remain expressionless, sliding your feet slowly upward to feel his balls heavy and drawn tight against his body. Neuvillette throws his head back with a guttural moan, hips jerking as silky fluid begins to coat his fingers.

Neuvillette gulps as your assessing gaze roams his still trembling form. Though sated, longing and shame continue to war within him. His cock gives an interested twitch under your feet, betraying how your dominance stirs new cravings. Yet Neuvillette holds silent, awaiting your decree. You slide your feet slowly up his trembling thighs.

"Such disobedience requires correction, yet I find I am not yet done with you,"

you murmur. Neuvillette lets out a soft whimper at your words, cheeks flushing anew.

You slide your feet higher up Neuvillette's trembling thighs as a knock sounds at the chamber door. Without thinking twice, you push Neuvillette inside the wooden table before calling out Y "Come in!"  The melusine enters, eyeing Neuvillette's absence with brief confusion before regarding you attentively. 

"Ah, Neuvillette just went out to get some fresh air. What brings you here?" 

The melusine nods at your explanation, gaze flickering curiously towards the table beneath which Neuvillette lays panting softly. 

 "I've come seeking your counsel, if you've a moment. There is a certain matter regarding redistricting that his Eminence and I disagree upon, and I've found your perspectives often aid compromise."

 She continues detailing the issue as Neuvillette struggles to control his desperate breaths beneath the table, still shaking with lingering ecstasy. His spent cock gives an interested twitch at your domineering tone.

As the melusine speaks of the disagreement regarding redistricting, you slide your hand under the table and firmly grasp Neuvillette's half-hard cock. Neuvillette lets out a muffled grunt as you begin to slowly squeeze and stroke his length beneath the table. 

"Please, continue. You have my full attention." 

 you reply to the melusine, focusing intently as she details the issue. Neuvillette's breathing grows heavy again beneath the table as his cock stiffens in your hand.

Neuvillette gazes up at you with eyes dark with want. With the melusine still discussing matters, he takes a bold risk. Carefully, quietly, he hooks his fingers into the waist of your undergarments and tugs them down, sending flutters through your abdomen at this public indiscretion. Neuvillette experimentally drags his tongue along your slick folds, eliciting a soft gasp that you hurriedly stifle. His ministrations, though tentative, stir deep longing within your core as his muffled pants resume beneath the table. Your lips part to scold Neuvillette for his daring, yet only a weak moan escapes at his teasing licks and sucks upon your most sensitive flesh.

Neuvillette continues lavishing your sex with his tongue, encouraged by the soft sounds escaping your lips despite your better efforts. Beneath the table his hips cant subtly against your leg as he pleasures you, cock swelling eagerly once more in your grasp. The melusine prattles on obliviously, detailing the complex redistricting issues, yet her words fade into an incomprehensible drone against the exquisite sensations overwhelming your senses. You clutch the table edge to steady trembling thighs, biting your lip to stifle louder cries of rapture that threaten to give your scandalous acts away. Neuvillette devotes himself to your arousal with single-minded focus, suctioning your nub between lips and tonguing it urgently. Your climax rapidly builds beyond your ability to curb it...

Your climax overwhelms you, washing through your core in exquisite pulsing waves. With a conflicted groan, you reluctantly push Neuvillette's head away as the melusine's discourse prolongs, threatening discovery. Your thighs tremble from the force of your release beneath the table while Neuvillette gazes up with lust-blown eyes, his chin and lips slick with your essence. 

 "Please, continue your explanation. I apologize for the interruption." 

 you address the melusine above the table, struggling to regulate your breathing and maintain focus.

You address the melusine while Neuvillette remains beneath the table, his quickened breaths betraying his own aroused state. As the melusine details her perspective, Neuvillette daringly drags his tongue across your inner thigh, sampling your fluids that continue to coat his lips and chin. You stifle a gasp, grasping the table edge tightly, as Neuvillette pleasures you further in dangerous proximity. His muffled pants indicate his burgeoning need though he remains devoted solely to your satisfaction, lapping eagerly at your sensitised flesh. Beneath heavy lids you meet Neuvillette's lust-blown gaze, conveying a silent order to desist lest your scandal be uncovered. With obvious reluctance Neuvillette stills his ministrations yet remains poised expectantly at your legs, awaiting your next command.

The melusine nods thoughtfully, rising to take her leave. 

 "Thank you for your counsel. I shall take all perspectives under advisement. Please excuse me." 

She exits, closing the chamber door behind her. Beneath the table, Neuvillette gazes up at you with eyes dark with longing. His cheeks are flushed, lips and chin glistening with your essence as his quickened breaths still betray his arousal. You meet his hungry stare, feeling desire rekindle your own fire once more.

Neuvillette gazes up at you with naked want. Slowly, he drags his tongue across his lips, savoring your fluids that coat them. A soft moan escapes him at the taste. 

"Please, grant me further indulgence to worship you as you deserve. Your pleasure is my sole purpose." 

He nuzzles against your thigh eagerly, breath growing ragged. Your core throbs afresh, awakened by his obvious devotion. Though more intimate acts require privacy, his submission stirs deeply carnal cravings that demand fulfillment...

You tug Neuvillette's hair firmly and give him a dissapproving look, meeting his gaze with a raised eyebrow. 

"I didn't tell you to taste me, did I?"  Neuvillette gazes up at you with eyes swirling with lust and devotion. 

"Forgive me, your essence was too sweet a temptation to resist. Command me and I shall obey, as always."  

His quickened breaths continue to betray his arousal as your core throbs anew in response.

You continue gazing into Neuvillette's eyes as he nuzzles against your thigh, feeling his warm breath through the fabric. Neuvillette lets out a quiet groan and gives an apologetic nip to your thigh. 

 "Your flesh sings to me, rousing hungers I struggle to restrain. Yet I live but to worship you as my Goddess deserves."  

His obvious longing and submission stir an answering passion within your core, yet more intimate acts will require privacy...for now, simply enjoying his worship brings deep satisfaction. Outside, birdsong rises as a new day's first light washes the chamber in a rosy glow.

You tug Neuvillette's hair sharply, forcing him to meet your piercing gaze.  

"Do not think your new appetites have softened my rule, Iudex. You live only to serve my desires."  

Neuvillette lets out a quiet grunt of pain and pleasure. His blue eyes are dark with want as he gazes up at you in submission. 

 "As you command, my goddess. I am yours to use as you see fit." 

Y/n turned to him, searching for the meaning behind those words. The intensity of Neuvillette's gaze never left the sky, and his hesitation lingered in the air like a storm waiting to break.

"Why?" Y/n asked.

"I hope not," Neuvillette repeated, his voice barely a whisper, "because I couldn't bear losing you twice."

Tears welled up in Neuvillette's eyes as he stared at the now vacant spot next to him; Y/n had never been there. It was a figment of his imagination, a cruel trick played by his heart and mind.

Childe's entrance into your shared apartment was marked by the tired shuffle of his boots against the floor. The faint odor of blood mixed with the antiseptic scent of a healing agent lingered in the air. He looked up, eyes shadowed with weariness, as you confronted him in the doorway.

"What happened to you this time, Childe?" Your voice was a mix of concern and frustration, and your eyes scanned his battered form with a mix of anger and worry. This had become a routine – him coming back battered and bruised, and you, waiting to pick up the pieces.

Childe sighed, leaning heavily against the doorframe. "It's part of the job, darling. You knew what you were getting into when we started dating."

Your jaw tightened at the dismissive response. "Part of the job doesn't mean you have to come back looking like you've been through a war every single time! Do you even care about how this affects me?"

Childe's tired eyes met yours, and for a moment, there was a flicker of remorse. "I liked it better when you just ignored me, you know? Instead of nagging all the time."

As the weight of his words sank in, you couldn't help but recall the days when Childe was indeed all over you. His playful antics, the way he made you laugh until tears streamed down your face, and the warmth of his love enveloping you. It was a stark contrast to the current reality, where his flippant remark shattered the remnants of those precious moments.

"Childe, what happened to us?" The question slipped out, laced with a mixture of pain and confusion. "You used to care about us, about me."

He avoided your gaze, a hint of guilt crossing his features. "It's just the way things are now. We both knew my life was dangerous."

A bitter chuckle escaped you. "I knew, but I never thought you'd grow indifferent. I miss the Childe who used to come home to me, not this stranger who treats me like a burden."

His eyes softened, but it was too late. The damage had been done. You turned away, tears threatening to spill. "I can't do this, Childe. Not if it means losing myself in the process."

As Childe desperately reached out for your hand, the door swung open, as you quickly left.

"Wait, please!" Childe's voice cracked with desperation, but you were out the door, oblivious to his pleas.

In your tear-streaked haze, you hailed a cab, directing it to your mother's house. The city lights blurred as you tried to make sense of the shattered fragments of your relationship. The cab's interior provided a temporary sanctuary, shielding you from the unresolved emotions that lingered at the doorstep of your shared home.

Arriving at your mother's house, the front door creaked open before you could even knock. Concern etched across her face, your mother pulled you into a tight embrace, her worry palpable.

"What happened, sweetheart?" she asked, guiding you inside.

Through choked sobs, you recounted the argument, the hurtful words, and the irreparable damage that had driven you away.

"Sweetheart, people say things they don't mean when emotions run high. Childe does love you; I'm sure of it. Relationships have their ups and downs, but love can overcome even the toughest moments."

Her words, meant to console, offered a lifeline in the storm of emotions. Yet, despite her reassurance, the ache in your heart persisted. The wounds were fresh, the echoes of Childe's indifferent words still reverberating within you.

"I know, Mom, but it just hurts so much," you whispered, tears welling up again.

She held you at arm's length, her gaze filled with concern. "Take your time, dear. Healing doesn't happen overnight. If he loves you, he'll realize the impact of his words and make amends."

On the other side, Childe's attempts to reach you knew no bounds. His phone buzzed with unanswered calls and texts, each message a desperate plea for forgiveness.

+𝟗𝟗 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐃𝐮𝐦 <𝟑 3:33 am Y/n, please, just pick up the phone. I'm so sorry. I never meant what I said. I love you more than anything. 4:32 am I'm an idiot, love. I messed up, and I need you to hear me out. Let's talk. Please. 4:45 am ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• 0:10 (Hey, dummy. I know I screwed up. I didn't mean any of it. I miss you... Can we just talk?)

The echoes of your silence were deafening. Each attempt to reach you felt like shouting into the abyss, the void swallowing his words.

Returning to the shared house, the remnants of your presence lingered. The cold meal you had prepared sat untouched, a poignant reminder of a time when warmth filled the home. Childe mechanically picked at the food, each bite a tasteless reminder of the void that now enveloped him.

The once-familiar walls seemed to close in as he wandered through the silent rooms. The solitude amplified the weight of his regret, and a profound loneliness settled over him. Despite filling his stomach, an emptiness gnawed at his insides.

Tears welled up, and he crumpled to the entryway floor, the place where the love you both had built now reduced to a battleground of hurtful words. The cool surface provided little comfort as he cried himself into an exhausted slumber, the entryway serving as a painful witness to the wreckage of a love he feared might be irreparably broken.

As the morning light filtered through the curtains, you cautiously returned to your shared home. The air hung heavy with the residue of the previous night's turmoil. With a determined resolve, you planned to pack your things and spend some time with your mother until the wounds of the argument had a chance to heal.

The moment you stepped into the entryway, you noticed a disheveled Childe, still draped in the shadows of sleep. His eyes, red-rimmed from crying, widened in surprise at your presence.

"Y/n…" His voice wavered, a mix of regret and exhaustion lacing his words.

"I'm here to pack my things, Childe," you stated, avoiding eye contact.

His eyes pleaded with you, but you remained steadfast. "Please, love, let's talk. I need you to understand."

"No, Childe. We've said enough," you replied, your voice firm. The weight of the situation pressed down on you, but you were determined not to let it sway your decision.

As you began gathering your belongings, Childe, propelled by a mixture of desperation and a genuine desire to make amends, rose from the floor. He moved closer, his hand reaching out involuntarily.

"Don't touch me, Childe," you warned, your eyes flashing hurt.

Childe's heart sank as he continued to trail behind you, the weight of your silence pressing down on him. The atmosphere was thick with tension, and he winced at the palpable pain in your voice when you told him not to touch you.

His eyes were red and swollen from the tears that had stained the entryway floor the night before. Yet, a glimmer of hope flickered within him, fueled by the desperate need to salvage what was left of the love that once filled their home.

As he followed you through the house, his eyes caught sight of your left hand. The familiar glint of the engagement ring was conspicuously absent. Panic seized him as he realized its absence, the realization hitting him like a punch to the gut.

"Y/n, where's the ring?" His voice trembled with a mix of fear and desperation.

You glanced at him briefly, the weight of your gaze heavy with unspoken words. "It's in the bedroom. I left it."

Childe's heart raced as he hurried to the bedroom, his footsteps echoing in the empty space. The room, once a sanctuary of shared dreams, felt haunted by the shadows of fractured promises.

He found the ring on the dresser, its absence from your finger a stark reminder of the fragility of the bond they had built. The intricate design, a symbol of their commitment, now seemed like a fragile artifact of a love slipping through his fingers.

Fear gripped him, the gravity of the situation hitting him like a tidal wave. He returned to find you near the front door, the distance between you growing wider with each passing moment.

"Y/n, I—I can fix this. I'll do whatever it takes. Please, don't go," he pleaded, the vulnerability in his voice bared for you to see.

As you moved towards the door, a determined resolve etched across your face, Childe's hand shot out, instinctively reaching for you. He caught your wrist, his grip firm but not forceful. His eyes pleaded with yours, mirroring the desperate turmoil within him.

"Y/n, please, I beg you… don't go," he pleaded, his voice breaking.

You paused, feeling the grip on your wrist, the pull of emotions warring within you. Childe's sobs echoed in the silent room, the raw vulnerability he displayed tearing down the walls you had erected around your wounded heart.

"Childe, you can't fix this with just words," you said, your own voice wavering with the weight of the situation.

His grip softened, fingers slipping from your wrist to intertwine with yours. "I know… I know, but let me try. I love you, and I can't bear the thought of losing you."

His tears fell freely, staining the floor beneath him. The vulnerability he exhibited, coupled with the sincerity in his eyes, created a tumultuous whirlwind of conflicting emotions within you.

"I can't promise anything, Childe," you said, gently trying to disentangle your hand from his. "But I need time to think, away from this… chaos."

Childe, however, held on tighter, his sobs intensifying. "I messed up, Y/n. I don't want to lose you. Please, just stay. Let me try to make things right."

The conflicting emotions battled within you as Childe's sobs reverberated in the room. Despite the anger, hurt, and the shattered trust, a deep well of love still lingered within your heart. The sight of him crumbling before you, laid bare in vulnerability, tugged at those lingering threads of affection.

Taking a deep breath, you relented. Your free hand reached out, gently cupping Childe's tear-stained cheek. Your touch, though soft, held the weight of both love and reproach.

"Childe, stop crying," you whispered, your voice a delicate plea.

His tearful eyes met yours, and for a moment, the world outside their shared turmoil seemed to fade away. The touch of your hand, wiping away his tears, bridged the emotional chasm that had grown between you two.

"I love you, but this can't be fixed overnight," you admitted, your tone a delicate balance of firmness and compassion.

Childe nodded, his grip on your hand relaxing.

In the days that followed, the atmosphere in your shared home transformed. Childe, once a tempest of chaos and unpredictability, began to change. The realization of the pain he had caused you, coupled with the fear of losing the love he cherished, became a catalyst for a profound transformation.

His actions spoke louder than words. Childe started attending therapy, seeking guidance to navigate the complexities of his emotions and learn healthier ways to cope with the challenges that came with his role in the Fatui. The reckless impulsivity that once defined him began to give way to a more measured and thoughtful approach.

The wounds of the argument were still fresh, and trust needed time to mend, but Childe's commitment to change became evident in his actions. He took on a more active role in maintaining the home, shared responsibilities with newfound diligence, and made genuine efforts to communicate openly.

Gone were the days of recklessness overshadowing your relationship. Childe, now more attuned to your needs and the impact of his words, worked tirelessly to rebuild the connection that had weathered the storm.

Neuvillette and (Y/N) stood in their living quarters, the air thick with tension. The usually composed Chief Justice looked visibly perturbed, and (Y/N) was fed up with the perpetual distance between them.

"(Y/N), I must ask you to understand the constraints of my position. Personal matters should not interfere with my duty," Neuvillette insisted, his tone clipped.

(Y/N) couldn't hold back anymore. "Neuvi, this isn't about your duty. It's about us. You're never here, emotionally or physically. It's like you're married to Fontaine, not me. I can't take it anymore!"

Neuvillette sighed, "My duty is to Fontaine, and Fontaine is my responsibility. You knew this when we got married."

(Y/N) was frustrated, feeling a mix of anger and hurt. "I didn't sign up to be a widow while you're still alive. I need a husband, not a distant figure hidden behind the title of Chief Justice. Do you even care about us?"

Neuvillette's expression hardened, "This is bigger than us. It's about the people, the justice I serve. You knew that sacrifice was part of the deal."

(Y/N) took a deep breath, her patience wearing thin. "I can't do this anymore, Neuvillette. I need a partner, not someone married to his job. If this is how it's always going to be, do you even want to be married?"

The room fell silent, the weight of (Y/N)'s words hanging in the air. Neuvillette's stoic facade wavered for a moment, and he looked at (Y/N) with a mix of frustration and realization.

"(Y/N), divorce is not an option. It's not something I can entertain. My duty—"

(Y/N) interrupted, tears welling up in her eyes, "Do you even love me, Neuvillette? Or am I just a placeholder in your life?"

The Chief Justice hesitated, a rare moment of vulnerability crossing his face. "(Y/N), I—"

Cutting him off, (Y/N) took a step back, her voice shaky but resolute, "Think about it, Neuvillette. If you can't find a way to be a husband as well as the Chief Justice, maybe we need to reconsider this whole thing."

As (Y/N) reached for the doorknob, the distant sound of thunder rumbled through the air, and the room dimmed as dark clouds gathered outside. She sighed, realizing the storm outside mirrored the one inside their home.

Just as she was about to leave, Neuvillette's hand shot out, grabbing her wrist. Startled, she turned to see him, tears streaking down his face, a sight so rare it sent shivers down her spine.

"(Y/N), please," Neuvillette's voice quivered with a mix of desperation and sorrow. He pulled her back gently, and in an unexpected move, wrapped his arms around her.

"Neuvi, let go," (Y/N) said, her voice softening despite the turmoil within her.

But Neuvillette clung tighter, burying his face in her shoulder. His usually composed demeanor shattered, revealing a vulnerable side that (Y/N) had rarely seen.

"Don't leave, (Y/N). I can't bear the thought of losing you," Neuvillette pleaded, his voice breaking.

(Y/N) felt a mix of emotions, torn between her frustration and the raw vulnerability in Neuvillette's embrace. The storm outside intensified, rain pelting against the windows.

"I can't keep living like this, Neuvi," she whispered, her own tears mixing with the raindrops on the windowpane.

Neuvillette tightened his grip, his body trembling. "I know I've been distant, but I can change. Just please, don't leave me. I can't face a life without you."

His words hung in the air, the sincerity cutting through the tension. (Y/N) hesitated, her heart aching at the sight of her husband in such agony. She softened, placing a hand on his back.

"Neuvi, we need to talk. We can't go on like this, but maybe there's a way we can find a compromise," she said gently.

Neuvillette pulled back, looking into her eyes with a mixture of hope and gratitude. The storm outside began to subside, as if nature itself was responding to the shifting dynamics within the room.

As they sat down to talk, the rain outside turned into a soft drizzle, a symbolic reflection of the possibility of healing and resolution.

Several weeks passed, and a noticeable change came over Neuvillette. The once stoic Chief Justice now found himself making an effort to bridge the emotional gap between him and (Y/N). He began to express his feelings more openly, his interactions reflecting a newfound warmth.

One evening, as (Y/N) was preparing dinner, Neuvillette approached her, a hint of shyness in his eyes. "I wanted to help," he said, offering a small smile.

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow in surprise but couldn't help but smile back. "Well, don't just stand there. Grab an apron. We're making this together."

Neuvillette awkwardly tied the apron, a bit unfamiliar with the domestic setting. As they worked side by side, cutting vegetables and stirring pots, he attempted to engage in casual conversation. "Have I mentioned that your cooking is one of the things I love the most?"

(Y/N) chuckled, "You've never mentioned it, but I appreciate the sentiment."

As days passed, Neuvillette's demeanor continued to shift. He became more attentive and, surprisingly, a bit shy. He'd occasionally steal glances at (Y/N) when he thought she wasn't looking, his gaze filled with a mixture of love and uncertainty.

One day, as (Y/N) was about to head out, Neuvillette caught her by the hand. "Do you really have to go? Can't you stay a bit longer?" His voice held a hint of vulnerability.

(Y/N) grinned playfully, "What happened to the Chief Justice who used to value duty above all else? Are you trying to shirk your responsibilities?"

Neuvillette blushed, looking down, "Well, maybe I've realized there are things more important than duty."

(Y/N) teased, slipping away, "Well, we can't have the Chief Justice neglecting his duties now, can we?"

But Neuvillette surprised her by swiftly lifting her off the ground, peppering her face with kisses. "(Y/N), you're the most important thing to me. I can't let you go without a proper goodbye."

The grand hall of Y/n's opulent residence was ablaze with light, the air thick with the heady scent of flowers and the sound of laughter and music. Nobles, dignitaries, and admirers from across Teyvat had gathered to revel in the extravagant affair. Y/n, though once a revered Archon, now hosted lavish parties in their newfound mortal guise, surrounded by the splendors of their amassed wealth.

As Y/n moved through the crowd, a symphony of admirers sought their attention. Flattering words and sweet promises were whispered into their ears, as the nobles vied for a chance to capture the heart of the former Archon. Some expressed their intentions with eloquent poetry, while others presented lavish gifts, hoping to win Y/n's favor.

Zhongli and Venti, having long relinquished their divine titles to live among mortals, observed the scene with amusement. From a discreet corner, they exchanged knowing glances and indulged in their usual bets, predicting which suitor would capture Y/n's attention that night.

Zhongli, his expression calm and collected, remarked, "I wager that the young lord in the blue attire will be the one to capture Y/n's interest tonight. There's a genuine sincerity in his words."

Venti, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, retorted, "Nonsense, my dear Zhongli. It's clear that the elegant lady in red is the true contender. Watch as Y/n's gaze lingers a moment longer when she approaches."

Meanwhile, Y/n graciously entertained their admirers, graciously accepting compliments and gifts. Despite the rumors that painted them as power-hungry and a literal avatar of greed, those who engaged with Y/n personally discovered a different truth. Y/n was kind, generous, and genuinely interested in the stories and lives of those around them.

Y/n then glided over to where Zhongli and Venti were observing the spectacle. The music and laughter from the party surrounded them like a comforting embrace. Y/n's eyes sparkled with amusement as they approached their two former divine companions.

"Ah, making bets again, are we?" Y/n teased, a playful smile gracing their lips. "What's the prize this time? Perhaps a share of my nonexistent wealth?"

Venti chuckled, "Oh, you wound us, Y/n! It's all in good fun, you know. Just trying to predict the next lucky companion to bask in your radiant presence for the night."

Zhongli, ever composed, nodded in agreement. "Indeed. A harmless diversion from the usual routines of our mortal lives."

Y/n's eyes flickered between Zhongli and Venti, their gaze thoughtful. "Well, I hate to spoil the suspense, but I must say, Zhongli, you might just win this round. The young lord in blue seems to have a sincerity about him that caught my attention."

Zhongli's eyes gleamed with a hint of satisfaction, and he gave a small hum. "I'm glad to hear that my judgment is still somewhat reliable."

Venti, not one to be easily defeated, crossed his arms and pouted playfully. "Well, we'll see about that. The night is still young, and love is as fickle as the wind. I've got my eye on that lady in red; mark my words."

Y/n chuckled, enjoying the banter. "We shall see, my dear friends. Let the games continue, and may the best observer win."

With that, Y/n rejoined the lively dance of the party, leaving Zhongli and Venti to resume their good-natured rivalry.

Venti, his expression shifting from playful to contemplative, leaned in towards Zhongli, his emerald eyes reflecting a mixture of curiosity and concern. The music of the party continued to swirl around them as he spoke in a hushed tone.

"Zhongli," Venti began, "I can't help but wonder… what do you think Alatus would say if he saw Y/n living like this? The opulence, the parties, the indulgence – it's all so far from the Archon we once knew."

Zhongli's gaze followed Y/n's figure as they disappeared into the crowd. He sighed softly before responding, "Alatus was a guardian, a presence of serenity and order. To witness Y/n, the one who carries the memories of their love, immersed in this sea of extravagance… it is a stark contrast."

He took a moment to choose his words carefully, his tone measured. "Alatus valued simplicity and the beauty found in the quiet moments of life. Seeing Y/n reveling in this display of wealth and excess would undoubtedly be a source of sorrow for him."

Venti nodded in understanding, a solemn expression settling over his features. "It's hard to watch sometimes, isn't it? The ones we care about, changed by the currents of time and circumstance."

Zhongli's eyes, filled with a hint of melancholy, met Venti's gaze. "Indeed. But as mortals, they must find their own paths and forge their destinies. Whether it aligns with the ideals of Alatus or not, Y/n is navigating the complexities of their existence in a world without divine duties."

The wind stirred softly around them, carrying the distant notes of the party. Venti sighed, a whisper on the breeze, "I just hope they find the happiness they're searching for, even if it means drifting away from the past."

The party continued, and Y/n took a moment away from the crowd to appreciate the moonlit courtyard. The night air was cool, a refreshing contrast to the warmth of the celebration within.

Unbeknownst to Y/n, Xiao, a newly-appointed servant known for his quiet diligence, was attending to the lanterns that adorned the courtyard. His eyes, reminiscent of starlight, were fixed on his task.

One delicate lantern, however, seemed determined to resist Xiao's efforts. As he carefully adjusted its position, a sudden gust of wind sent it tumbling from his grasp. With lightning reflexes, Y/n stepped forward, catching the lantern before it could crash to the ground.

As Y/n held the lantern, their gaze locked with Xiao's, a momentary pause fell upon them. In that instant, it was as if time itself had stilled. Y/n felt an inexplicable flutter in their chest, a heartbeat that echoed with a resonance long forgotten.

Xiao, stood before Y/n, his expression calm and composed, but his eyes betrayed a depth of admiration that only a true devotee could understand. Y/n, momentarily lost in the intensity of that gaze, saw a reflection of Alatus in Xiao's features—the same ethereal quality, the familiar intensity that had once drawn Y/n's heart.

A flicker of recognition sparked in Y/n's eyes, a recognition that transcended the boundaries of the present. The lantern exchanged between them became a silent bridge connecting two souls. Y/n, overwhelmed by a sense of déjà vu, felt a surge of emotions that defied explanation.

With a sudden realization, Y/n excused themself from the courtyard, claiming a sudden need to attend to an urgent matter. The sea of partygoers seemed to part effortlessly as Y/n made their way through the crowd, their thoughts in a tumult.

In the solitude of a quieter space, Y/n leaned against a balustrade, their breath coming in irregular intervals. Memories of Alatus, thought to be buried deep within, resurfaced with unexpected clarity.

Meanwhile, Xiao, still in the courtyard, looked down at the lantern in his hands. His heart raced, for he couldn't fathom the idea that the Archon he had admired from a distance since childhood was now standing mere steps away. He had heard of every story related to Y/n, their mysterious lover, the tragic tale that surrounded their stepping down as an Archon, and he had collected countless paintings of them, trying to capture every nuance of their enigmatic presence.

Tonight, however, Xiao found himself closer than ever to the Archon he idolized. He had not anticipated this encounter, and the realization that he was now serving the very person who had inspired his quiet devotion left him in a state of awe.

Zhongli, ever perceptive, observed Y/n's hurried exit from the festivities. A sense of concern crept into his expression, prompting him to follow Y/n through the corridors of their residence. As he caught up with Y/n, he noticed the uncharacteristic tremble in their hands.

"Y/n," Zhongli called gently, "is everything alright?"

Y/n turned to Zhongli, eyes filled with a mixture of confusion and distress. "Zhongli, I… I saw a servant, fixing the lanterns in the courtyard. He looked so much like Alatus."

Zhongli's gaze softened, understanding the weight of the revelation. "A servant? Can you describe them?"

Y/n recounted the encounter with Xiao, the servant whose features mirrored those of their lost love. Zhongli listened attentively, a thoughtful expression on his face as he processed the information.

"He looked so much like Alatus, Zhongli. It felt like a glimpse into the past, a cruel reminder of what I once had," Y/n confessed, their voice wavering with a mixture of sorrow and longing.

Zhongli placed a reassuring hand on Y/n's shoulder. "These emotions are only natural, Y/n. The world has a peculiar way of intertwining fates. "

Y/n nodded, a tear escaping their eye. "I know, Zhongli, but the resemblance is uncanny."

Zhongli pondered for a moment before speaking, "Perhaps this encounter is a chance for you to find closure."

Y/n, with Zhongli's supportive presence, took a deep breath and re-entered the lively party. The music and laughter surrounded them once again, but the encounter with the servant lingered in the back of their mind.

As they mingled with the guests, Venti approached with his characteristic mischievous grin. "Y/n, my dear, care to share the details of your sudden escape? It's not like you to vanish from a party so abruptly."

Y/n glanced at Zhongli before sighing, "I saw a servant who looked strikingly like Alatus. It caught me off guard, and I needed a moment to collect myself."

Venti's expression shifted to one of genuine concern. "Alatus? That's quite a revelation. Are you alright?"

"I will be," Y/n replied, a small smile playing on their lips. "Zhongli has been a great comfort."

Just as the conversation unfolded, Venti's eyes flickered towards a figure in the crowd. He paused mid-sentence, his gaze fixed on the servant serving guests with quiet efficiency. Y/n and Zhongli followed his line of sight, and their eyes widened in realization.

"Is that the servant you met earlier?" Venti asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/n nodded, still not knowing the servant's name. "Yes, that's the one. The resemblance to Alatus is uncanny."

Zhongli, ever composed, observed the unfolding scene. "It seems fate has a peculiar way of intertwining in our lives."

The grandeur of the party continued, and Y/n found themselves in the midst of a lively dance with an aristocrat. Their forced smile hid the unease beneath the surface, the encounter with the servant lingering in their thoughts. Venti and Zhongli, observing from a distance, exchanged glances, realizing that the outcome of their bet was hanging in the balance.

As the dance continued, the aristocrat's hand rested on Y/n's lower back, a gesture that caused discomfort to ripple through Y/n's demeanor. Before Venti and Zhongli could intervene, however, a sudden commotion erupted.

A splash of wine splattered across the aristocrat's expensive attire, eliciting a scowl and a sharp, irritated comment. Y/n, caught off guard, turned to see the source of the disturbance, and to their surprise, it was the same servant from before – Xiao.

The aristocrat, fuming with anger, raised his hand, ready to strike Xiao for the perceived offense. Y/n, sensing the impending conflict, swiftly intervened, placing a gentle hand on the aristocrat's arm. "Please, it was just an accident. No harm done."

The aristocrat hesitated, glaring at Xiao with disdain. "An accident, you say? This servant should know better!"

Y/n, maintaining their composed facade, dismissed Xiao with a nod, silently signaling for him to step away. Xiao obeyed without a word, blending back into the shadows of the grand hall.

As Y/n diverted the aristocrat's attention with charm and diplomacy, Venti and Zhongli approached, their expressions a mix of relief and curiosity. The aristocrat, momentarily appeased by Y/n's grace, retreated, leaving the trio alone.

Venti couldn't help but comment, "Well, it seems our mysterious servant has a knack for turning the tide."

Zhongli added with a subtle smile, "Indeed. Fate works in mysterious ways, doesn't it?"

The party gradually came to an end, leaving the opulent residence bathed in a tranquil ambiance as guests departed. Y/n, wearied by the social intricacies and emotions of the night, retreated to their private chambers. The moon cast a gentle glow through the window, and the silence of the night enveloped the room.

Venti and Zhongli, having lost their bet in good spirits, decided to join Y/n after-party. They found Y/n reclining on a plush chair, a contemplative look in their eyes.

"Well, it seems we were both wrong," Venti remarked with a playful grin, settling into a seat. "No love connection for you tonight, my friend."

Zhongli nodded in agreement, his gaze thoughtful. "Indeed, fate had different plans. But tell us, how are you feeling after the events of the evening?"

Y/n sighed, a mix of emotions playing on their face. "It was a night of unexpected encounters. The resemblance of the servant to Alatus, the intervention with the aristocrat – it all stirred up memories and emotions I thought were buried."

Venti leaned forward, his expression more serious. "Perhaps there's more to discover about this mysterious servant."

Zhongli added, "And yet, it's crucial to navigate these emotions with care. The past may be a guiding star, but the present is where we must anchor ourselves."

As the conversation unfolded, Venti and Zhongli offered both wisdom and camaraderie. Eventually, they bid Y/n goodnight, leaving them to their thoughts.

Alone in their room, Y/n contemplated the events of the night. The echoes of the past, the mysterious servant, and the unforeseen twists of fate left them in a state of introspection. Slowly, the weariness of the night began to weigh on Y/n, and with a heavy heart, they succumbed to the embrace of sleep.

In the hazy glow of lanterns and the distant sound of music, Y/n found themself at another grand party. The social intricacies and predictable conversations weighed on them, and a familiar sense of boredom settled in. Their gaze searched for a reprieve, and it found solace in the enigmatic figure of Alatus. Alatus, dressed in regal attire that reflected the moonlight, caught Y/n's eye. A shared understanding passed between them, and without uttering a word, they quietly slipped away from the festivities. The moonlit courtyard provided a secluded sanctuary where the stars bore witness to their clandestine escape. Leaning against the railing, Alatus turned to Y/n with a knowing smile. "Another tedious affair, isn't it?" Y/n chuckled in agreement. "I sometimes wonder why we subject ourselves to these gatherings. It's the same mundane conversations and false pretenses." Alatus nodded, his gaze fixed on the horizon. "Yet, in the monotony, we find each other. That, at least, makes these nights bearable." As they stood in the quietude, the moon casting a soft glow upon them, the conversation shifted to more profound matters. Alatus spoke of dreams and aspirations, of a future beyond the divine duties that bound them. Y/n listened intently, their hearts resonating with the shared vision of a life beyond the confines of their roles. "The mortal realm has a beauty of its own," Alatus mused. "I often envision a life where we can experience its fleeting moments together, free from the obligations that tether us to the divine realm." Y/n, caught in the ethereal atmosphere of the night, couldn't help but agree. "A life where we can choose our path, where our love can blossom without the weight of duty. It's a dream worth pursuing."

The warm water embraced Y/n's tired body, easing the lingering tension from the night before. Steam rose in gentle tendrils, creating a veil of tranquility in the bath. As Y/n reclined in the water, thoughts swirled in their mind, a reflection of the complex emotions that had woven through the threads of the previous evening.

Deciding to address the matter of the servant who inadvertently caused a disturbance, Y/n called for their servants to summon the servant from the previous night who spilled the drink on the aristocrat. The servants hesitated, sharing curious glances among themselves before fulfilling their lord's request.

Outside the bath, the servant waited with a mix of uncertainty and trepidation. His thoughts echoed the concern of potential repercussions for his accidental spillage during the aristocrat's confrontation.

Upon Y/n's command, the assistant led the servant into the bathing area. The servant entered hesitantly, his eyes cast downward to maintain respect for Y/n's privacy. Y/n, still submerged in the warm water, looked up, their eyes meeting the servant's.

"It seems we had a bit of an incident last night," Y/n remarked, their voice gentle yet carrying an air of authority. "You were the one who accidentally spilled wine on the aristocrat, correct?"

The servant, nervously wringing his hands, nodded. "Yes, my lord/lady. It was an unfortunate accident. I apologize for any inconvenience caused."

Y/n observed the servant's demeanor, noting the hesitancy in his actions. "There's no need for apologies. Accidents happen. I called you here to discuss the matter and assure you that there will be no repercussions."

The servant glanced up briefly, surprise flickering in his eyes. Y/n continued, "In fact, you prevented a potential conflict. I appreciate it. What is your name?"

The servant, still somewhat taken aback by Y/n's unexpected leniency, stammered, "I… I am Xiao, my lord/lady."

Y/n, still immersed in the soothing warmth of the bath, looked at Xiao with a genuine smile. "Xiao, there's no need to stand on ceremony. Join me in the bath. We can continue our conversation without the formalities."

Xiao's eyes widened in surprise, his customary reserved demeanor momentarily faltering. "My lord/lady, it is not appropriate for me to—"

Y/n interrupted with a chuckle. "Nonsense, Xiao. After last night, I feel it's only fair we get to know each other better. Besides, it's just a bath, no need for formality here."

The air in the bathing area shifted as Xiao hesitated, torn between the ingrained social norms and the unexpected invitation from the Archon whom he had admired from afar. Y/n, sensing his internal conflict, added with a reassuring tone, "Consider it a gesture of gratitude for your swift actions last night. There's no need for any reservations."

After a moment of contemplation, Xiao nodded in agreement, albeit with visible reluctance. He started to disrobe, his movements cautious as he entered the bath. The water's surface rippled as he settled in, keeping a respectful distance from Y/n.

The atmosphere in the bath was charged with an unexpected tension. Xiao, typically composed and reserved, found himself growing increasingly uneasy under Y/n's gaze. His eyes darted everywhere but Y/n, and he felt a peculiar sense of dizziness that clouded his thoughts.

Unable to resist the impulse, Y/n's fingers brushed through Xiao's hair. A soft gasp escaped Xiao's lips, and he stammered, "M-my lord/lady?"

Realizing the breach of boundaries, Y/n quickly withdrew their hand, offering an apologetic smile. "I apologize, Xiao. It's just… your hair reminded me of someone."

Xiao, his cheeks tinted with a rosy hue, nodded in understanding. Yet, before he could fully process the situation, Y/n leaned closer. In a swift, unexpected motion, their lips met, the warmth of the bathwater sloshing around them.

For a moment, time seemed to freeze as Y/n straddled Xiao, the intensity of the kiss leaving both breathless. As quickly as it began, Y/n broke the kiss, leaving Xiao bewildered and flushed. Without a word, Y/n stood, the bathwater trailing in their wake.

"I… I need to go," Y/n murmured, their gaze avoiding Xiao's confused eyes.

As Y/n left the bathing area, Xiao remained in a state of shock, the water settling around him.

Xiao, still recovering from the whirlwind of emotions stirred by the unexpected encounter in the bath, rose from the water. His heart fluttered nervously as he noticed a towel left for him by Y/n. Despite the shyness lingering within him, he appreciated the small gesture.

Wrapping the towel around himself, Xiao stepped out into the hallways. His eyes caught a glimpse of Y/n engaged in conversation with a persistent noble, likely another suitor vying for their affections. Xiao averted his gaze, his heart still racing from the recent events.

As Xiao made his way back to his servant quarters, he couldn't shake the daze that lingered. The encounter in the bath had left an indelible mark on his thoughts. Once in the privacy of his room, he couldn't help but feel a rush of emotions reminiscent of a teenage crush.

In the solitude of his quarters, Xiao retrieved a portrait from his trunk. It was a carefully preserved image, capturing the essence of Y/n, the one he had admired and loved for a long time. Holding the portrait close, Xiao closed his eyes and let the memories wash over him.

The stars, in their cosmic dance, seemed to favor Xiao in that moment. The realization slowly dawned on him—Y/n, the Archon of their admiration, was the one who had kissed him. A blend of disbelief, awe, and a spark of hope filled Xiao's heart.

In the bustling atmosphere of the Lantern Rite festival, young Xiao's eyes widened in wonder as he observed the vibrant lanterns illuminating the night sky. The air was filled with laughter, music, and the joyous chatter of the crowd. Amidst the revelry, he caught sight of Y/n, the Archon, radiant and commanding, as they gracefully moved through the festivities. Tugging at his mother's sleeve, Xiao couldn't contain his excitement. "Mother, look! It's Y/n, the Archon! They're so amazing!" His eyes sparkled with awe as he watched Y/n, their presence almost ethereal in the festive glow. His mother chuckled, ruffling Xiao's hair affectionately. "Yes, they are, my dear. The Archon has a way of captivating everyone with their presence." As they strolled through the festival, Xiao's gaze lingered on the paintings and portraits displayed in honor of Y/n. Some depicted the Archon alone, while others showcased them with a masked lover, their expressions capturing the essence of a love story that transcended mortal and divine boundaries. In the midst of admiration, a hint of jealousy flickered in Xiao's young heart. He turned to his mother with determination in his eyes. "When I'm older, Mom, I'm going to marry Y/n. They're the most amazing person in all of Teyvat!" His mother couldn't help but chuckle at the innocence of her son's declaration. "Well, Xiao, you have quite the ambitious heart. Who knows what the future holds? Just enjoy the festival for now." As the years passed, Xiao's admiration for Y/n blossomed into a dedicated collection of posters, trinkets, and anything related to the Archon. His living space became a shrine dedicated to the one he had vowed to marry as a young child. Even though Y/n had chosen to live as a mortal, their presence continued to be revered, with shrines erected by devoted followers. Xiao found solace in visiting these sacred places, offering his prayers and wishes, often murmuring, "Please let me marry you." One day, as Xiao knelt in front of a particularly elaborate shrine, a chuckle echoed in response. Surprised, Xiao looked around, only to find a mysterious figure standing beside him. The figure revealed themselves to be Chongyun, the exorcist from Liyue, known for his connections with the spiritual realm. Chongyun grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I don't think marriage is quite possible with an Archon, especially one who has had a lover before. However, I can pull some strings and maybe get you a position in the Archon's residence." Xiao blinked, processing Chongyun's offer. The prospect of working in Y/n's residence, even in the most humble capacity, filled Xiao with a mix of excitement and nervousness. "You can do that?" Chongyun nodded. "Oh, yes! I have some connections in the spiritual realm. I can put in a good word for you. Who knows, you might get a chance to be closer to the Archon than you ever imagined."

Xiao's eyes fluttered open as the first rays of dawn filtered through his window. The tranquility of the morning was interrupted by a polite knock on his door. Still groggy from sleep, he was surprised to find another servant standing there, delivering unexpected news.

"Xiao, the Archon wishes for you to shift your room closer to theirs," the servant announced with a sense of urgency. "You are to be their personal assistant, accompanying them wherever they go. Pack your things; the move is to be swift."

Xiao blinked, processing the sudden turn of events. The gravity of the situation slowly sank in, and he nodded in acknowledgment. "Thank you for informing me. I will make the necessary arrangements."

As the servant departed, Xiao's mind whirred with a mix of emotions. The prospect of being in such close proximity to Y/n, serving as their personal assistant, was both exhilarating and daunting. The threads of fate seemed to be pulling him into a new chapter, one that held the promise of being closer to the Archon he had admired for so long.

As Xiao settled into his new room, he couldn't help but be struck by the opulence that surrounded him. The space was larger, the furnishings more elegant, and the air carried a distinct air of refinement. It was a stark contrast to the simplicity of his previous quarters.

While he took in the surroundings, the servant returned, this time holding a set of robes. With a respectful bow, they explained, "Lord/Lady Y/n has requested that you wear these robes from now on. They wish for you to meet a certain standard in attire."

As Xiao examined the robes, he noticed their intricate details and luxurious fabric. It was a departure from his usual attire, which reflected the practicality and simplicity befitting a warrior. These robes were more refined, in line with the elegance expected in the company of an Archon.

Feeling a mix of curiosity and apprehension, Xiao changed into the new attire. The robes draped elegantly around him, a visual representation of the shift in his role.

Once dressed, Xiao made his way to meet Y/n, the weight of the unfamiliar robes adding to the sense of transformation.

Venti and Zhongli, having caught wind of Y/n's intentions to mold Xiao into a reflection of Alatus, tried to talk some sense into them. They emphasized the importance of letting Xiao be his own person, with his own identity and choices. However, as they debated the matter, the door opened slowly, revealing Xiao in his newly adorned attire.

The transformation was remarkable. Xiao now looked almost identical to Alatus, right down to the elegant robes that mirrored the attire of the departed yaksha. The only notable difference was the hair – Xiao's remained short compared to Alatus's long locks.

Venti and Zhongli stood in silent astonishment, their eyes widening at the uncanny resemblance. Y/n, on the other hand, smiled with a sense of satisfaction as if their vision had finally come to life. The room held a charged atmosphere, a collision of Y/n's desires and Venti and Zhongli's concerns.

Xiao, unaware of the deliberations that had taken place, approached Y/n with a respectful bow. "My lord/lady, I am here as you have requested."

Y/n's smile grew wider, a mix of satisfaction and a hint of something more complex. "Xiao, you look exquisite. I believe the attire suits you well."

Venti and Zhongli exchanged uneasy glances, recognizing that their attempts to dissuade Y/n had seemingly fallen on deaf ears.

As Y/n admired Xiao's transformed appearance, a soft smile played on their lips. Xiao, his demeanor still marked by shyness, looked at Y/n with a mixture of uncertainty and compliance. Y/n, with a gentle touch, began to run their fingers through Xiao's hair, expressing their vision of perfection.

"You'll need to grow out your hair, Xiao," Y/n suggested, their voice carrying an air of determination. "Once it's longer, you'll look absolutely perfect."

Zhongli, recognizing the delicate situation and perhaps feeling a sense of responsibility, tried to interject without giving away the details. "Xiao looks splendid as he is now. There's a unique charm in his current appearance."

However, Y/n, seemingly determined to see their vision come to fruition, dismissed Zhongli's comment with a casual wave of their hand. "It's a matter of refining the details, Zhongli. Xiao will appreciate the change once he sees the complete picture."

Xiao, caught in the middle of the exchange, remained silent, his eyes flickering between Y/n and Zhongli.

In the ensuing days, Xiao found himself transitioning from a humble servant to the personal assistant of Y/n, accompanying them to various gatherings and events. The shift in roles was both surreal and daunting, but Xiao approached his new responsibilities with a sense of diligence and loyalty.

One day, Y/n proposed an idea that stirred a mix of excitement and apprehension within Xiao. "Xiao, how about a friendly spar to sharpen your skills? I'd like to see your prowess in combat."

Xiao hesitated, as he had never been trained in traditional combat. However, the prospect of engaging in a friendly match with Y/n left him intrigued. "I… I'm not skilled in martial arts, my lord/lady."

Y/n smiled reassuringly. "No worries, Xiao. I'll guide you through it. Just give it a try."

Reluctantly, Xiao agreed, and the impromptu spar commenced. Y/n, with a keen eye, observed Xiao's movements and gracefully guided his actions. Each strike, each parry, seemed to echo the fluid elegance of Alatus in his prime, though Xiao remained blissfully unaware of the resemblance.

As Y/n patiently instructed Xiao, the courtyard became a canvas for their shared movements. The dance of the spar unfolded, a delicate fusion of guidance and newfound determination within Xiao. Despite his initial hesitation, Xiao started to grasp the basics, his movements aligning with Y/n's subtle cues.

Y/n's guiding hand aimed not only to enhance Xiao's combat skills but also to mold him into a reflection of their departed lover, Alatus.

The courtyard was hushed after the friendly spar, and both Xiao and Y/n found themselves slightly out of breath, beads of sweat glistening on their foreheads.

As Y/n wiped the sweat from Xiao's forehead, a moment of intimacy unfolded. Xiao, his shy demeanor surfacing once again, lowered his gaze, a mix of gratitude and uncertainty in his eyes.

Y/n, their touch lingering, looked into Xiao's eyes with a gentle smile. "Xiao, you've done well. Your moves are beginning to reflect the grace of.. a good warrior."

Then with a tender expression, Y/n brushed a strand of hair away from Xiao's face, their touch lingering a moment longer.

In the midst of the shared warmth and the afterglow of the spar, Y/n hesitated before softly speaking, "Would you, perhaps, spend the night with me tonight? We can continue our discussions and training in a more relaxed setting."

Xiao's eyes widened slightly, the invitation catching him off guard. He stammered for a moment before nodding with a mix of nervousness and curiosity. "Of course, my lord/lady. I will be honored to spend the night with you."

The night was shrouded in a soft glow, the air thick with anticipation as Y/n adorned themselves in an almost translucent robe. A gentle knock echoed through the room, and Y/n, with a knowing smile, opened the door to reveal Xiao standing there.

Xiao's eyes widened as he took in Y/n's appearance, the almost ethereal glow accentuating their features. A flush of embarrassment painted Xiao's cheeks as Y/n invited him into the room. Hesitant yet intrigued, Xiao stepped inside, and the door closed behind them.

As soon as he did, Y/n's lips met his in a fervent kiss, the air between them filled with desire. Xiao, his back pressed against the door, let out a low, involuntary moan as the heat between them intensified.

Their tongues engaged in a silent battle for dominance that mirrored the unspoken complexities of their connection. The soft echoes of shared pleasure resonated through the room, a manifestation of the uncharted territory their intertwined destinies were exploring.

In that intimate moment, time seemed to lose its grip, and the world outside the room faded into insignificance.

As the kiss deepened, hastily opened Xiao's robes, their fingers fumbling with the fabric in their eagerness.

Y/n kneeled down, and seeing Xiao's cock already leaking with pre, "Ah, such a good boy for me aren't you?~"

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As the morning sun painted the room in a gentle glow, Xiao stirred from his slumber. The warmth of the sunlight filtering through the window signaled the arrival of a new day. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, he became aware of the soft weight nestled close to him.

Turning slightly, Xiao discovered Y/n in his arms, their form snug against his. The traces of the night's passion lingered in the quiet morning air. Y/n, still lost in the embrace of sleep, appeared serene, their features softened in the morning light.

A subtle smile played on Xiao's lips as he observed the peaceful scene.

As Y/n stirred from slumber, the morning light casting a gentle glow on the room, their gaze fell upon the figure beside them. Xiao, now resembling Alatus more than ever, lay peacefully in the morning stillness. Y/n's eyes softened with a mixture of fondness and longing.

Snuggling closer to Xiao, Y/n's voice carried a tender whisper, "Alatus, I missed you." The words, filled with a deep yearning, hung in the air. Yet, Xiao, caught in the embrace of Y/n's sentiments, experienced a moment of freezing recognition.

Xiao, having never known what Alatus looked like, had only heard the name as a figure from Y/n's past. The realization that Y/n, in that vulnerable moment of waking, mistook him for Alatus sent a ripple of complexity through his thoughts.

As Xiao gently extricated himself from the embrace, the rustle of fabric and the sound of his footsteps echoed in the room. Y/n, still in a half-asleep haze, registered the movement and glanced at Xiao putting his robes back on.

A sudden realization dawned upon Y/n as clarity cut through the lingering remnants of sleep. The features that they had mistaken for Alatus in the soft morning light now held the distinctive essence of Xiao. A moment of awareness washed over Y/n, and their eyes widened with the realization that they had momentarily forgotten the present in the depths of their longing for the past.

The room, once filled with an air of intimacy, now held a subtle tension as Y/n recognized the mistake. A brief flicker of regret passed through their gaze as they watched Xiao, who seemed unaffected yet carried the weight of the unspoken complexity in the room.

"I… I'm sorry," Y/n murmured, the words laden with a mix of regret and acknowledgment. The echoes of the night's passion now mingled with the awareness of the present, creating a moment of vulnerability between them.

Xiao, having donned his robes, met Y/n's gaze with a stoic expression, his features revealing little of the internal turmoil.

"Alatus is not here," Xiao finally spoke, his voice calm but carrying a subtle undercurrent of emotion. "I am Xiao."

As Xiao swiftly left the room, a mix of emotions lingered in the air. The realization of Y/n's unintentional act and the discovery of a picture spoke volumes about the intricacies of their connection. Fate, it seemed, had woven a tapestry that unraveled the complexities of their intertwined destinies.

In a quiet corner of Y/n's residence, Xiao stumbled upon a picture that held the essence of Alatus without his mask, embracing Y/n. The resemblance between the image and Xiao's current appearance was undeniable, a reflection of Y/n's subconscious desire to recreate the past.

Staring at the picture, Xiao felt a surge of conflicting emotions. Envy, an unfamiliar emotion to him, crept into his consciousness as he traced his own features in the mirror. The realization dawned on him that every aspect of his current environment seemed crafted to mirror Alatus, as if Y/n sought to resurrect the past in the present.

A profound understanding settled within Xiao as the pieces of the puzzle fell into place. Y/n, in their grief and longing, molded Xiao into the image of their lost love. The room, the picture, and even Xiao's own reflection seemed like echoes of Alatus, a manifestation of Y/n's attempt to fill the void left by his departure.

Xiao, feeling suffocated by the weight of Alatus' clothes that seemed to cling to him, walked out of the residence, seeking solace in the open air. The field, bathed in the gentle hues of the day, offered a temporary escape from the echoes of Y/n's unintentional expectations.

As Xiao stood in the field, a tap on his shoulders startled him. Turning around, he found Venti standing there, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Found you," Venti chimed, his carefree demeanor contrasting with Xiao's internal turmoil.

Xiao, perplexed, asked how Venti managed to locate him in the vast openness. Venti simply grinned and gestured to the surroundings. "The winds carry whispers, my friend. They led me to you."

Venti's expression shifted as he mentioned Y/n's concern. "Y/n is worried about you, searching everywhere," Venti confessed, giving Xiao's shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

Xiao, feeling a pang of guilt, corrected Venti. "Not me, Venti. They are worried about Alatus."

Venti's gaze softened as he absorbed Xiao's words. Understanding the complexities of the situation, he offered a supportive presence. "Y/n cares deeply for both of you, Xiao. It's a tangle of emotions, but we're here to help untangle it."

With a thoughtful look, Xiao seized the opportunity to ask about Alatus. "Tell me about Alatus and Y/n," he requested, a mix of curiosity and a desire to understand the person Y/n had loved so deeply.

Venti, his usually carefree demeanor giving way to a more somber expression, hesitated before recounting Alatus' tale to Xiao. The winds seemed to carry the weight of the story as Venti spoke.

"Alatus was a Yaksha, a guardian under a Malevolent God," Venti began, his voice carrying a tone of reverence. "He served with unwavering loyalty, bound by duty. But within that service, he yearned for freedom."

Venti paused, his eyes reflecting the gravity of the story. "Just as he was on the brink of breaking free from those chains, tragedy struck. Alatus was killed, cruelly robbed of the chance to embrace the freedom he longed for."

Xiao, absorbing the revelation, felt a profound sadness at the untimely demise of Alatus. Venti continued, "His departure occurred just before Y/n and Alatus could celebrate their union in marriage."

"Let's get married once this is all over," Alatus suggested, the warmth of his words settling into the space between them. Y/n, in agreement, envisioned a life together among the mortals, free from the confines of duty. As they spoke of their future, plans were made for a wedding that would mark the beginning of a new chapter. The anticipation of the ceremony, the shared dreams, and the promise of a life entwined filled the air. Alatus and Y/n set their sights on the next month, a time that held the potential for a union that would transcend the realms. However, fate had other plans. The next month never arrived as Alatus, in the line of duty, faced a brutal and unanticipated fate. The cries of anguish echoed far and wide as the Malevolent God's reign came to an end, sealed by Morax's intervention. Alatus lay wounded, his life force slipping away before Y/n's eyes. In the aftermath of the battle, Y/n, desperate to defy the inevitable, tried to gather the spilled blood and return it to Alatus. The heart-wrenching scene unfolded as Y/n's attempts proved futile. Alatus, weakened but filled with love, gently stroked Y/n's cheek. "Forgive me, my love," Alatus whispered, his voice barely audible. Alas, Alatus succumbed to the wounds. The field where they once dreamed of a future together now bore witness to the pain of a love cut short.

Xiao found himself entangled in the complex emotions stirred by Y/n's past love for Alatus. Despite his deep feelings for Y/n since childhood, Xiao grappled with the realization that he could never truly compete with the profound connection Y/n shared with the departed Yaksha.

Contemplating the situation, Xiao turned to Venti. He urged Venti to share every detail about Alatus, a request that left Venti puzzled. Xiao, with a determined expression, explained his reasoning.

"If the Archon can't love me, then let me be the one they loved," Xiao declared, his voice carrying a mixture of resignation and determination. He acknowledged the impossibility of replacing Alatus but was willing to embrace a role that held the past.

Venti, concerned for Xiao's well-being, hesitated. "Xiao, you can't force yourself into a role that wasn't meant for you. It's not healthy," he cautioned, trying to dissuade Xiao from pursuing a path that seemed fraught with emotional challenges.

However, Xiao's persistence remained unwavering. "Even if it means being someone else, I want to be the one they loved," he asserted, driven by a profound desire to offer solace to Y/n and fill the void left by Alatus.

Reluctantly, Venti yielded to Xiao's persistent request and began recounting the intricate details of Alatus' persona. Months passed, and Xiao immersed himself in the process of becoming more like Alatus, even allowing his hair to grow out to mimic the departed Yaksha's appearance.

During this time, Y/n remained unaware of Xiao's transformation, believing that he had left their residence. The echoes of Xiao's footsteps were replaced by an absence that went unnoticed, as Y/n assumed they were left alone to grapple with the memories of their lost love.

Xiao, with each passing day, delved deeper into the role he had willingly embraced. He studied Alatus' mannerisms, adopted his way of speaking, and endeavored to recreate the presence that had once filled Y/n's life.

As Xiao, now an almost perfect mirror of Alatus, entered the residence with Venti by his side, the guards, recognizing the familiar presence of the Anemo Archon, allowed them entry. Venti, still uncertain about the consequences of this elaborate transformation, accompanied Xiao with a sense of caution.

Inside the residence, the maids relayed the surprising news to Y/n – Alatus had come to meet them. Confused and thinking it was some cruel joke, Y/n approached, ready to dismiss the notion. However, as they laid eyes on the figure standing before them, their breath hitched.

It was Alatus—or so it seemed.

The room, steeped in a mix of emotions and the echoes of the past, became a stage for an unexpected reunion. Y/n, confronted with the uncanny resemblance of Alatus, stood frozen in disbelief. The air carried a sense of surrealism as they grappled with the notion that someone they thought was lost had returned.

Xiao, now fully immersed in the role he had taken on, awaited Y/n's reaction with bated breath.

As Y/n furrowed their eyebrows, a mixture of confusion and disbelief etched across their features, Xiao swiftly interjected, gently stroking their cheek with a familiarity that mirrored Alatus' touch. The gentle caress, a subtle echo of the past, seemed to bridge the gap between the present reality and the memories Y/n held dear.

"Did you miss me, love?" Xiao asked, his voice carrying a conviction that sought to quell Y/n's doubts. The touch, the words, and the uncanny resemblance held a power that tugged at the heartstrings of memories buried deep within Y/n's consciousness.

Y/n couldn't help but feel a flutter in her chest every time she saw Zhongli in the crowded hallways of their high school. He was her senior, an enigmatic figure with an air of sophistication that left everyone in awe. The first time he had tutored her, Y/n found herself captivated not just by the subject matter, but by the gentle way he explained things, his voice resonating like a calming melody.

One day after school, Y/n found herself nervously approaching Zhongli's desk. "Um, excuse me, Zhongli-senpai," she stammered, her heart pounding in her chest.

Zhongli looked up from his books, his amber eyes meeting hers. "Ah, Y/n. Is there something you need assistance with?"

She fumbled with her words, feeling her cheeks heat up. "I, um, I was wondering if you could, you know, help me with this math problem. It's giving me a hard time."

A small smile graced Zhongli's lips. "Of course. Sit down, and we'll go through it together."

As Zhongli patiently explained the problem, Y/n couldn't help but steal glances at him. She admired the way his hair fell gracefully over his forehead and the focused expression he wore while teaching.

"Do I have something on my face?" Zhongli asked, catching Y/n staring.

Her cheeks flushed even deeper, and she shook her head vigorously. "No, no! I was just, um, really concentrating on what you were saying."

Zhongli chuckled softly, finding her nervousness endearing. "Very well. Let's continue."

Unbeknownst to Y/n, her best friend Hu Tao was observing the entire scene from across the room giggling to herself. Later that day, as they walked home together, Y/n couldn't contain her excitement.

"Hu Tao, you won't believe what happened today! I got to spend time with Zhongli-senpai, and he helped me with math!"

Hu Tao grinned mischievously. "Oh, spill the details! Did you make your move?"

Y/n blushed furiously. "N-no, I couldn't! I was too nervous. But he's just so amazing, and his voice is like a warm hug, and…"

Hu Tao laughed heartily. "You're head over heels, aren't you? Hmm You both would be a great match."

As the tutoring sessions continued, Y/n found herself growing more comfortable around Zhongli. Despite her initial nervousness, she realized that Zhongli was not only a brilliant tutor but also a patient and understanding mentor.

Once, as they sat side by side working on a particularly challenging problem, Y/n was completely engrossed in her notebook. Zhongli observed her intense concentration, his own fascination growing. As she furrowed her brow in deep thought, a stray strand of hair fell over her face.

Unable to resist the urge, Zhongli gently reached out and tucked the errant strand behind her ear. Y/n's heart skipped a beat at the unexpected touch, and she froze, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red.

"Uh, thank you," she stammered, trying to regain her composure.

Zhongli merely smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You seemed a bit distracted. I thought it might help."

Breathless and exhilarated, Y/n rushed to find Hu Tao immediately after her tutoring session with Zhongli. Bursting into their usual meeting spot, she couldn't contain her excitement.

"Hu Tao! You won't believe what just happened," Y/n exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of joy and nervous energy.

Hu Tao looked up from her book, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Spill it, Y/n! Did Zhongli finally realize you're the one for him?"

Y/n blushed furiously, her heart racing. "Well, not exactly, but something incredible happened! We were solving this difficult problem, and then Zhongli, he—"

Hu Tao interrupted with a teasing grin, "Did he confess his undying love for you? Did he declare that you are the missing piece of his soul?"

Y/n giggled, shaking her head. "No, nothing like that. But he… he touched my hair! Like, he tucked a strand behind my ear!"

Hu Tao's eyes widened, and she let out an exaggerated gasp. "Oh, the scandal! Zhongli making moves! Tell me everything!"

As Y/n recounted the tutoring session and Zhongli's subtle gestures, Hu Tao listened with a mixture of amusement and excitement. She couldn't resist teasing her friend relentlessly.

"So, what's your next move, Y/n? Are you going to confess your undying love to him under the cherry blossom tree?" Hu Tao teased.

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully. "Oh, please! I don't even know if he likes me like that. But it felt… special, you know?"

Hu Tao leaned in, a sly grin on her face. "Special, huh? Well, you better keep me updated on this love story. Who knows, maybe I'll be planning your wedding soon!"

The next day, as Y/n excitedly headed to school, she couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment when Zhongli was nowhere to be found. She looked around the familiar spots where they usually met, hoping to catch a glimpse of his tall figure or catch his distinctive amber eyes in the crowd, but he was conspicuously absent.

Feeling a bit downcast, Y/n trudged back home after school. Lost in her thoughts, she wandered through the streets with a hint of melancholy in her steps. However, fate had a surprise in store for her.

As she turned a corner, her eyes caught sight of a small cat sitting by the roadside. The cat had a regal air about it, with amber eyes that seemed to mirror Zhongli's. Intrigued, Y/n approached the feline cautiously.

"You look just like Zhongli-senpai," she murmured, reaching out to pet the cat. To her surprise, the cat purred contentedly, rubbing against her hand as if it understood the compliment.

Y/n couldn't help but smile at the adorable creature. She looked around, expecting an owner to appear, but there was no one in sight. It seemed like the cat was a stray, left to wander the streets alone.

A spontaneous idea struck her. "You know what? If you don't have a home, I can be your Zhongli," she said, scooping up the cat into her arms.

The feline seemed to enjoy the attention, nuzzling against Y/n's neck. Taking this as a sign, Y/n decided on the spot. "From now on, you're my little Zhongli. How about that?"

The cat, seemingly in agreement, let out a soft meow. Y/n giggled, feeling a warmth in her heart.

As Y/n tried to bathe the cat, she quickly realized that her new feline friend was anything but cooperative. Every attempt to bring him near water was met with agile jumps and a swift retreat. After several failed tries, Y/n sighed in defeat, watching as the cat diligently licked itself clean.

Tired but amused, Y/n decided to continue her day. She settled at her desk, the cat now comfortably on her lap, its eyes following her every move with curiosity. Y/n, being the talkative person she was, couldn't resist continuing her one-sided conversation about Zhongli.

"You know, little Zhongli, you're lucky you don't have to deal with exams and high school drama. Zhongli-senpai is probably somewhere out there, unaware that he's become the subject of my daily gushing sessions," she mused, absentmindedly scratching behind the cat's ears.

As she rambled on, Y/n picked up the cat, holding it close to her face. "Are you Zhongli?" she asked with a playful grin.

To her surprise, the cat seemed to nod furiously, a comical sight that made Y/n burst into laughter. She couldn't believe what she was thinking—Zhongli turning into a cat? It seemed too absurd to be true.

"Imagine if you really were Zhongli. That would be the most ironic twist ever. The great HANDSOMEEEEE Zhongli reduced to a tiny, fluffy cat," Y/n chuckled, holding the cat in her arms.

The cat, now giving her a deadpan look, remained in her arms.

Y/n woke up with a start as the persistent tapping on her face continued. Groggily, she opened her eyes to find the cat furiously pawing at her. Confused, she checked the time and gasped. She was late for school!

"Ugh, why didn't my alarm go off?" Y/n muttered, rushing to get ready. The cat, seemingly understanding the urgency, slipped out of the room as Y/n hurriedly got dressed.

Later, as she raced through her morning routine, the cat reappeared, sitting patiently by the door. Y/n couldn't help but smile at the adorable sight.

"Thanks for the wake-up call," she said, giving the cat a quick peck on its forehead. To her surprise, the cat seemed almost shy, its gaze dropping as if bashful.

Y/n quickly grabbed a piece of bread for herself and another for her newfound feline companion. As she placed the bread in front of the cat, she chuckled. "Never had a breakfast buddy before, especially one with fur."

The cat tentatively approached the bread, sniffing it before taking a small bite. Y/n couldn't help but find the whole situation amusing. It was like having a quirky sidekick to accompany her on this unexpected adventure.

"Okay, little Zhongli, wish me luck at school. Hopefully, I won't be too late," Y/n said, giving the cat one last pat before heading out the door.

As Y/n entered the school premises, she couldn't shake off the disappointment of not seeing Zhongli once again. Her usual excitement for the day was replaced by a lingering concern for her mysterious tutor. She decided to confide in Hu Tao during their lunch break.

"Hu Tao, have you seen Zhongli-senpai today? He's been absent for two days now," Y/n voiced her worry.

Hu Tao, ever the cheerful friend, tried to reassure her. "Oh, don't worry too much, Y/n. Maybe he's just under the weather or caught a cold. These things happen to the best of us."

"But two days in a row? It's not like him," Y/n mumbled, her thoughts lingering on Zhongli's absence.

Hu Tao grinned mischievously. "Maybe he's secretly planning a surprise for you. You never know!"

Y/n rolled her eyes at Hu Tao's playful suggestion. "You and your wild imagination. Anyway, speaking of surprises, you won't believe what happened. I found this stray cat, and it looks exactly like Zhongli!"

Hu Tao's eyes widened in surprise. "A cat that looks like Zhongli? Now that's intriguing. Tell me more!"

During their conversation, Y/n decided to do something special for her newfound feline friend. After school, she headed to a nearby pet shop and bought a pretty collar, adorned with a tiny bell. She thought it would be a fitting accessory for the cat that bore a striking resemblance to Zhongli.

Once home, as she opened the door, she was greeted by the sight of the cat waiting patiently. It seemed to sense her arrival and trotted over, its tail swaying with excitement.

"Look what I got for you!" Y/n exclaimed, attaching the collar around the cat's neck. The bell jingled softly, and the cat tilted its head, as if appreciating the gesture.

Y/n slumped into her chair, staring at her unfinished homework with a heavy sigh. Today, the weight of worry for Zhongli and the nervousness about her own feelings had left her feeling particularly unmotivated. She glanced over at the cat, her newfound confidante, and began to pour out her thoughts.

"You won't believe the day I've had, little Zhongli. Zhongli-senpai hasn't shown up for two days, and I'm getting more and more worried. What if something's happened to him? It's not like him to be absent for so long," she lamented.

The cat blinked at her, its eyes filled with an odd mix of understanding and curiosity. Y/n continued, finding solace in the company of her feline friend.

"And then there's this other thing," she confessed, fidgeting with a pencil. "I've been thinking a lot about… well, about Zhongli-senpai. I'm afraid to admit it, even to myself. What if he doesn't feel the same way? What if it ruins our friendship? It's driving me crazy!"

As she rambled on, the cat sat there, listening intently, as if comprehending every word. Y/n chuckled, realizing the absurdity of talking to a cat about her romantic concerns.

"I mean, who am I kidding, right? Confessing my feelings to Zhongli-senpai would be like trying to scale a Geo construct with my bare hands—impossible!" she exclaimed, throwing her hands up in mock exasperation.

The cat, however, continued to gaze at her with those mysterious amber eyes. Y/n couldn't help but feel a strange comfort in the silent presence of her furry friend.

"Maybe I'm just overthinking everything. People come and go, feelings change. But you, little Zhongli, you're a constant. A fluffy, silent companion who doesn't judge or question. Maybe I should take a lesson from you," she mused, scratching the cat behind its ears.

The cat, seemingly content, purred softly.

The weekend rolled in, bringing with it a welcome break from the routine of school. Y/n decided to spend her free time doing something she loved—baking. The kitchen was soon filled with the delightful aroma of cookies and pastries, and the cat, ever curious, jumped around, occasionally sniffing at the tantalizing scents.

As Y/n kneaded the dough, she couldn't help but think about Zhongli and how he might enjoy the sweets she was preparing. She voiced her thoughts aloud, looking at the cat, who seemed to be listening attentively.

"I wonder if Zhongli-senpai has a sweet tooth. I mean, who wouldn't love these delicious treats, right?" Y/n chuckled, watching the cat with a playful grin. "Do you think he'd like them? Maybe I should make something special for him if he ever shows up again."

The cat, in response, leaped onto the countertop, nudging a bag of flour with its paw as if giving its approval. Y/n laughed, finding the cat's antics endearing.

"Alright, alright, you win. I'll make some extra for Zhongli-senpai, just in case," she declared, reaching over to give the cat a playful pat.

The cat, seemingly satisfied, observed the baking process with keen interest. Y/n couldn't help but enjoy the domestic scene, the warmth of the oven, the comforting presence of her feline friend, and the anticipation of sharing the treats with Zhongli.

As the weekend unfolded, filled with the aroma of freshly baked goodies and the playful antics of the cat, Y/n couldn't shake off the hope that Zhongli would return soon.

As Y/n drifted off to sleep, her exhaustion caught up with her, and she found comfort in snuggling with the cat. Unbeknownst to her, the cat sensed a change in the air, a shift in its feline instincts. Silently, it slipped away from Y/n's embrace, leaving her undisturbed in her peaceful slumber.

The next morning, Y/n woke up to an empty room. Confused, she looked around, calling out for the cat. But there was no response. Dejectedly, she got ready for school, hoping the cat would return.

Surprisingly, as she approached her classroom, there stood Zhongli, looking somewhat nervous. Y/n's heart skipped a beat at the unexpected sight.

"Zhongli-senpai! You're back!" she exclaimed, a mixture of surprise and joy in her voice.

Zhongli nodded, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Yes, I wanted to apologize for my absence. I've been dealing with some matters, but I'm here now."

Y/n couldn't help but notice the subtle change in Zhongli's demeanor. There was a nervousness in his eyes that she hadn't seen before.

In a moment of vulnerability, Zhongli took a deep breath and confessed, "Y/n, there's something I've been meaning to tell you. I… I like you. A lot. More than I initially realized."

Y/n's eyes widened in surprise, her heart racing at Zhongli's unexpected admission. The realization dawned on her, and a smile crept across her face.

"Zhongli-senpai, I… I like you too," she confessed, her cheeks tinted with a blush.

The two stood there, a moment of shared understanding and newfound connection. Zhongli, with a gentle smile, suggested, "How about we walk home together after school today? There's something I'd like to discuss with you."

After school, the atmosphere between Y/n and Zhongli was a bit shy, both feeling the subtle awkwardness of being a new couple. As they walked, Zhongli couldn't help but feel a twinge of nervousness. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the collar with the tiny bell, the same one Y/n had given to the cat.

Y/n noticed the collar and smiled. "Oh, is that for your cat? It's quite mischievous but adorable. Does it belong to you?"

Zhongli chuckled, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. "Well, you could say that the cat was… me."

Y/n blinked, processing his words. "Wait, what? You were the cat?"

Zhongli nodded, a mix of embarrassment and amusement in his eyes. "Yes, it's a long story. I'll explain everything."

As Y/n processed the unexpected revelation, Zhongli continued, "You see, I was an accidental subject of Albedo's experiments from the Science class. Long story short, I turned into a cat. Meeting you in that form was a pure coincidence."

Y/n couldn't help but burst into laughter, finding the idea both absurd and amusing. "Zhongli-senpai, you're quite the funny man. A cat? Really?"

Zhongli's blush deepened, and he cleared his throat. "Well, it's a complicated situation. I didn't expect to meet you under those circumstances."

Y/n couldn't believe the twist in the tale. "So, all those conversations I had with the cat were actually with you?"

Zhongli nodded, a hint of sheepishness in his expression. "Yes, it seems you shared quite a lot with me."

The cavernous echoes of the smithy resonated with the rhythmic clanging of metal. Young (Y/n), a skilled blacksmith, meticulously forged weapons under the watchful eye of Morax, the Geo Archon. Her elder sister had insisted that she assist him, hoping to further her skills and gain favour with the powerful deity.

Morax, however, was a stern and cold taskmaster. He rarely acknowledged her efforts, and when he did, it was often accompanied by a disapproving scowl. Despite her earnest attempts to please him, (Y/n) found herself on the receiving end of his harsh criticism.

One day, as she carefully handed him a newly crafted spear, Morax's expression remained indifferent. "Mediocre at best," he remarked coldly. "You still have much to learn."

(Y/n) bit her lip, suppressing the frustration that threatened to boil over. She had poured her heart and soul into her craft, only to be met with relentless criticism.

Weeks turned into months, and the tension between them only grew. Morax's stoic demeanor never wavered, and (Y/n) began to distance herself emotionally from the callous Archon.

The breaking point came when (Y/n) discovered the painful truth about her family's demise. In a fit of rage, she confronted Morax, her eyes blazing with fury. "You knew!" she accused, tears streaming down her face. "You knew what happened to my mother, my best friend, and her husband, and you kept it from me!"

Morax's gaze remained unwavering, his voice steady. "Their deaths were a necessary sacrifice. A step on the path to maturity."

Enraged, (Y/n) couldn't contain her emotions any longer. "Sacrifice? Is that what you call it?" She tore into him, expressing the anguish that had festered within her. "You played puppet master with my life, and for what? To mold me into your idea of a mature servant?"

Her hands trembled as she clutched the spear she had painstakingly crafted for Morax. "I won't be a part of this any longer!" With a swift and powerful motion, she shattered the weapon against the cold stone floor.

The once-immaculate spear now lay broken, mirroring the fractured relationship between the blacksmith and the Geo Archon. (Y/n) turned on her heel, leaving the workshop and Morax behind.

Morax just stood there, like a statue, watching (Y/n) storm out of the workshop. His expression remained unmoved, but a flicker of something, perhaps regret, crossed his eyes. He didn't bother to chase after her or offer any words of consolation.

As the door swung shut, Morax was left alone amidst the remnants of shattered metal and fractured trust. The weight of his decisions hung in the air, and for a moment, the stoic facade he always wore seemed to crack ever so slightly. Yet, he made no move to follow her, letting her footsteps fade into the distance.

The workshop, once filled with the sounds of creation, now echoed with the haunting silence of a connection irreparably broken. Morax, the Geo Archon, remained alone, surrounded by the wreckage of a bond he had callously allowed to unravel.

The chaos of the Archon War had gripped Teyvat, and (Y/n) found herself caught in the crossfire during a skirmish with a vengeful god. In the midst of the battle, a malevolent curse was cast upon her, a dark magic that twisted the fabric of time and granted her an unintended boon—immortality.

As the curse took hold, (Y/n) felt a surge of power coursing through her veins, but it came at a cost. The battle raged on, and the once-familiar faces of her comrades blurred into a chaotic maelstrom. Morax, witnessing the apparent demise of his former blacksmith, felt a pang of regret deep within.

In the midst of the chaos, (Y/n) was enveloped in an ethereal glow, her form disappearing from the battlefield. The onlookers, including Morax, believed her to be lost to the cruel grip of the war. Unbeknownst to them, (Y/n) was trapped in a strange state between life and death, her consciousness suspended in an eternal limbo.

The first time she awoke, disoriented and alone, she realized that her surroundings had changed. Teyvat looked both familiar and alien, the passage of time evident in the shifting landscapes. (Y/n) moved through the ages under different aliases, trying to make sense of her cursed existence.

In one era, she roamed as a wandering scholar, sharing her knowledge with those she encountered. In another, she assumed the guise of a skilled artisan, creating masterpieces that would be remembered for centuries. The people she met came and went, their lives fleeting in comparison to her perpetual existence.

Through the ages, Morax continued to mourn the loss of (Y/n), unaware that she still existed in the shadows, watching the world evolve without her. The once-mighty Archon became more introspective, haunted by the memories of the blacksmith he had pushed away during the earlier days of the war.

(Y/n) continued to wander Teyvat, her heart heavy with the weight of the curse that bound her to an unending journey. The war raged on, gods clashed, and nations rose and fell, all while she remained an unseen observer, cursed to witness the passage of time without truly living.

The market in Liyue hummed with activity as (Y/n), now cloaked in a hooded robe, moved through the crowd. Her physical appearance had remained remarkably unchanged over the centuries, but the passage of time had etched a rugged resilience into her features. Her eyes, however, retained a sharpness that betrayed the wisdom and weariness of her immortal existence.

Zhongli, the ex-Archon once known as Morax, had been quietly observing the market, as was his habit in the mortal realm. His keen gaze caught a glimpse of (Y/n) amidst the throng, and for a moment, his heart skipped a beat. He couldn't believe his eyes—could it really be her after all these years?

With a newfound determination, Zhongli trailed her through the market, weaving through the lively vendors and animated chatter. As he approached, (Y/n) couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Her senses, honed by centuries of survival, detected the persistent presence behind her.

Finally, Zhongli caught up, his voice carrying a mix of uncertainty and hope. "Excuse me, miss. Might I have a moment of your time?" he inquired, his tone gentle.

(Y/n) stiffened, recognising the voice that echoed from a distant past. She turned to face him, her hood casting shadows over her features. "I have no time for idle chatter," she replied coldly, her eyes narrowing.

Zhongli persisted, determined to bridge the gap that had grown between them over centuries. "I sense a familiarity in your aura. Have we met before?"

(Y/n) scoffed, her patience wearing thin. "I've met many in my long existence. Your attempts at recognition are futile. Now, leave me be."

Zhongli, undeterred, continued to follow her, his gaze filled with a quiet desperation. He couldn't shake the feeling that she held the key to a past he had long buried. As they neared the Wangshu Inn, (Y/n) sought refuge within its walls, hoping to escape the persistent presence behind her.

Days passed, and Zhongli lingered outside the inn, compelled by an unspoken connection that transcended time. Eventually, he approached her again, hoping for a chance to mend the fractures that had widened between them.

"(Y/n)," he began, using her name from a time when they were closer. "I know you recognize me. Please, let me explain."

(Y/n), her patience exhausted, turned to face him one final time. "Explain? What's there to explain, Morax? You abandoned your godhood, changed your name, and left everything behind. Why should I care about the reasons now? You mean nothing to me."

Zhongli took a breath, ready to speak, but before he could utter a single word, (Y/n) cut him off with a cold and resolute tone.

"I'm not here for apologies, Morax," she interrupted, her gaze unwavering. "I'm here for supplies, nothing more. Once I'm done, I'll be on my way. Don't bother following me or trying to explain. There's nothing left to say."

Zhongli, though pained by her harsh words, nodded in silent acknowledgment. He watched as (Y/n) disappeared into the bustling inn, her figure framed by the doorway. The weight of centuries lingered in the air, and Zhongli remained outside, grappling with the consequences of choices made long ago.

Once alone in the quiet confines of her room at the Wangshu Inn, (Y/n) finally allowed the facade of strength to crumble. The weight of centuries pressed down on her, and the pain she had endured for so long spilled over. The tears, held back for centuries, now flowed freely, each drop carrying the anguish of a life that seemed unending.

She sank to her knees, the room silent except for the soft sobs that wracked her body. The weight of loss, betrayal, and the relentless march of time bore down on her, and for a moment, the eternal wanderer felt the crushing weight of her existence.

"I can't take it anymore," she whispered to the empty room, her voice barely audible through the tears. "I just want it to end."

The memories of her mother, her dear friend, and the life that had been stolen from her replayed in her mind like a haunting melody. The curse of immortality, once a twisted gift, now felt like an unbearable burden.

As the pain intensified, (Y/n) wished for an end to the ceaseless journey, a respite from the loneliness that had become her constant companion. Her cries echoed in the solitude of the room, a desperate plea to a world that seemed indifferent to her suffering.

In the midst of her despair, (Y/n) yearned for reconciliation with those she had lost. The ache for the warmth of a mother's embrace and the laughter of a dear friend intensified. The room, once a sanctuary, now felt like a prison echoing with the tormented cries of a soul burdened by the weight of time.

The next day dawned, and (Y/n) moved through the city as if the emotional tempest of the previous night had never occurred. It was her last day in Liyue, and she wandered to a nearby hill, a silent witness to her internal turmoil.

As she stood on the precipice, contemplating the abyss below, the wind whispered tales of countless moments lost to time. In a moment of despair, she let herself fall, surrendering to the void that beckoned. However, just as the precipice became an inevitability, a strong hand gripped her wrist, halting her descent.

Startled, (Y/n) looked up to see Zhongli, his expression a mix of concern and desperation. Accusations formed on her lips, and she spat them out with venom.

"You saved me just to make yourself feel better, didn't you?" she accused, her eyes reflecting the pain that lingered from centuries past. "You should've just let me die. I'm useless to you, just like back then."

Zhongli's grip tightened, but not in restraint. It was a desperate attempt to anchor her to the present. "No, (Y/n), it's not like that. I never meant—"

"Meant? You never appreciated anything I did. You hid the truth about the demise of my loved one just in the name of 'maturity'!" Her words cut through the air, a bitter reminder of the scars he had left on her soul.

Zhongli's eyes welled with tears, the weight of his past actions crashing down on him. "I… I'm sorry," he choked out, the words heavy with regret.

Her anger gave way to a profound sadness, and she felt the tears welling up again. "You should've just let me die in peace," she whispered, her voice a fragile echo of the pain etched into her being.

Zhongli's facade crumbled, and tears streamed down his face. "I never should've treated you that way. It's my fault you hate me. My fault you went through so muc."

As the truth hung heavy in the air, (Y/n) felt a profound exhaustion. The anger, the pain, the centuries of carrying the weight of betrayal—it all seemed too much. Zhongli fell to his knees beside her, reaching out to her in a desperate plea for forgiveness.

"I'm so sorry," he repeated, his voice breaking. "I never realized the pain I caused you."

(Y/n) hesitated, her heart torn between the desire for retribution and the weariness of carrying the burden of hatred. Finally, she sighed, the weight of centuries evident in her eyes.

"I'm tired," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. As she finally leaned on him, Zhongli wrapped his arms around her, offering the solace of a shared pain.

"I know, (Y/n)," he murmured, his own tears mingling with hers. "I know."

Days turned into nights, and (Y/n) found herself lingering in Liyue, the city that had been both the stage for her past pain and the unexpected chapter of reconciliation. The wounds of centuries slowly began to heal, stitched together by a newfound understanding and a shared vulnerability.

One evening, as the moon cast a gentle glow through the window, (Y/n) and Zhongli lay side by side, their bodies close yet hearts still mending. The silence that had once been sullen and heavy was now transformed into a peaceful and welcoming embrace.

Zhongli spoke first, his voice carrying the weight of remorse and sincerity. "I never imagined it would come to this," he admitted, his fingers gently tracing patterns on her hand.

(Y/n) sighed, her eyes fixed on the moonlit sky beyond the window. "Neither did I. Centuries of pain and resentment, and now... it feels like a weight has been lifted."

Zhongli nodded, his gaze lingering on her. "I never wanted to be the cause of your suffering. I can't change the past, but I can be better in the present."

In the early days of their love, Neuvillette and his Oceanid companion would explore the untouched corners of Fontaine, marveling at the beauty of the waters they called home. "The depths hold mysteries beyond our understanding, Neuvillette," she would say, her voice as melodic as the lapping waves against the shore.

As time passed, their connection deepened, and Neuvillette found solace in the companionship of his beloved. Together, they witnessed the construction of the Fortress of Meropide, a bastion erected to hold back the relentless tide of the Primordial Sea. But with this monumental undertaking came sacrifices, and none greater than the sacrifice his one and only beloved would make.

The fateful day arrived when the Oceanid decided to surrender her form, her very essence, to empower the gate that guarded Fontaine from the chaos beyond. Neuvillette, unable to bear the thought of losing her, pleaded with tear-filled eyes. "No, my love, there must be another way. I cannot lose you," he implored, but her decision was unwavering.

"I do this for Fontaine, for us. My essence will become the strength that holds back the Primordial Sea. We are bound by duty, my dearest Neuvillette," she whispered, her touch a bittersweet caress against his cheek.

The sacrifice was made, and Neuvillette watched helplessly as the love of his life transformed into pure energy, becoming one with the gate. The waters surged, a tumultuous symphony of grief and determination.

Now, after five long centuries, Neuvillette found himself standing once again before the gate. The echoes of the past resonated in the air, and memories flooded his mind. As he approached the heart of the fortress, the surging seawaters seemed to carry the echoes of a familiar voice.

"Neuvillette," the voice murmured through the currents, a whispered echo of love and encouragement. His heart skipped a beat as he recognized the voice, the voice of his beloved from centuries past. "You carry the burden with grace, my love. The fortress remembers our sacrifice, and I am with you in spirit."

Tears welled in Neuvillette's eyes as he continued his journey, guided by the spectral presence of his Oceanid mate. The fortress seemed to respond to their enduring connection, guiding him through the labyrinthine passages with an otherworldly intelligence.

In the depths of the fortress, as he faced the gate and prepared to reseal it, the encouraging voice of his beloved surrounded him. "Our love transcends time, Neuvillette. Seal the gate, and let our sacrifice be the beacon that guards Fontaine."

It was another bustling day at Y/n's flower shop in Liyue. The fragrant scent of blossoms filled the air as customers browsed through the colorful arrangements. Little did Y/n know, Zhongli, the seemingly stoic consultant, had developed an interest in her that went beyond the usual scholarly pursuits.

One sunny afternoon, as Y/n struggled to shift some heavy pots, Zhongli appeared out of nowhere, effortlessly assisting her. With a polite nod and a grateful smile, Y/n noticed a glint of amusement in Zhongli's eyes. As she unearthed a particularly pretty pebble from the soil, Zhongli's eyes followed her every move.

"Look at this, Zhongli! Isn't it charming?" Y/n exclaimed, giving him the pebble.

Zhongli, never one to express emotions overtly, cracked a small smile and accepted the gift. Little did Y/n know, this innocent exchange set off a chain of events that would leave her utterly bewildered.

The next day, Zhongli returned the favor. He handed Y/n a similar pebble, and she couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in confusion. "Uh, thanks?" she said, unsure of the significance behind the gesture.

Zhongli, however, believed this was the mortal way of expressing interest. Determined to court Y/n in the way of the dragons, he began showering her with gifts – expensive trinkets, handfuls of Mora that seemed to multiply like rabbits, and lavish presents that left Y/n gaping.

"Zhongli, seriously, are you a secret Fatui agent? Is this much Mora even legal?" Y/n exclaimed, her eyes wide with shock.

"I assure you, my wealth is legitimate," Zhongli replied with a goofy smile, completely missing the confusion etched across Y/n's face.

Not one to be deterred, Zhongli continued his extravagant courtship. Y/n, feeling overwhelmed, sought guidance from her friend Childe, who was equally clueless.

"What's up with Zhongli, Childe? He's giving me stuff like there's no tomorrow," Y/n whispered, glancing over at Zhongli, who was watching them with an intense gaze.

Childe cluelessly waved at Zhongli, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing. "I think your consultant friend is gonna burn holes in my head with his glaring," he whispered back, causing Y/n to giggle.

Just as Y/n started to unravel the mystery with Childe, Zhongli swooped in, making up some excuse and whisking her away, leaving Childe standing there with a bemused expression.

"Zhongli, what's going on?" Y/n finally asked, her confusion reaching its peak.

Zhongli, wearing a pout that looked almost comical on his usually composed face, handed her another pebble. "I thought you might like another one."

Y/n sighed, adding yet another pebble to her growing collection.

Y/n's room had transformed into a chaotic display of Zhongli's courtship attempts. Trinkets, stones, and various lavish gifts adorned every available surface. It was like a dragon's hoard in miniature, and Y/n couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all.

In her flower shop, the situation was no different. The counter was cluttered with sparkling stones, and the shelves were home to a variety of odd trinkets that Zhongli had bestowed upon her. It was like a secret treasure trove hidden within the blossoms.

As Y/n admired a particularly ornate stone, the shop's bell jingled, and in walked Childe, ever the playful troublemaker.

"Hey there, Y/n! I see you've got yourself a playboy millionaire or maybe a sugar daddy," Childe teased, winking mischievously.

Y/n rolled her eyes, accustomed to Childe's banter. "You wish, Childe. It's just Zhongli being… well, Zhongli."

As if on cue, Zhongli entered the shop, holding yet another wrapped gift. Completely ignoring Childe, he walked straight toward Y/n with a focused determination.

"Ah, Y/n. I have something for you," Zhongli said, presenting the gift with a small smile.

Y/n groaned, "Not again, Zhongli. I don't need more stuff."

Childe chimed in, "Come on, Zhongli, share the wealth! I wouldn't mind a little gift myself."

Zhongli shot Childe a glare that could freeze water. "These gifts are only for my mate," he declared, emphasizing the word 'mate' in a way that left Childe looking thoroughly confused.

"Who calls someone a mate these days?" Childe whispered to Y/n, who shrugged in response.

Childe, undeterred, draped an arm around Y/n's shoulder. "Well, if you've got a mate, then I want in on the action too!"

Zhongli's jealousy flared up, and he excused himself, muttering something about needing to attend to important matters. Y/n sighed, caught in the middle of their peculiar dynamic.

Later, as Y/n closed her flower shop, she noticed Zhongli sulking in the shadows nearby. His usually composed demeanor had given way to a hint of vulnerability. Y/n couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy.

"Zhongli, what's bothering you?" she asked, approaching him cautiously.

"You and Childe seem close," Zhongli remarked, his voice tinged with a hint of disappointment.

Y/n, caught off guard, furrowed her brows in confusion. "Well, yeah, he's a friend. Why?"

Zhongli's gaze drifted away, lost in thought. "I may have misunderstood the nature of your relationship. It seems my attempts at courtship are not as effective as I had hoped."

The puzzled pieces finally clicked in Y/n's head. She cupped Zhongli's face, forcing him to meet her gaze. "Zhongli, you're courting me? Why didn't you say anything?"

A genuine surprise painted Zhongli's features as he spoke, "I assumed… I thought the gifts and gestures would convey my intentions."

Y/n burst into laughter. "Zhongli, you're a fantastic consultant, but when it comes to courting, you're seriously lacking in communication."

Before Zhongli could respond, a pebble appeared in his hand as if summoned by magic. He presented it to Y/n with a slight flourish, a sheepish smile playing on his lips.

Y/n deadpanned, "Another pebble, huh? Are you secretly a geo-vision magician or something?"

Zhongli chuckled, "I thought you might appreciate it."

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully. "Zhongli, you don't need to impress me with gifts. Just tell me what you feel."

His stoic demeanour wavered, replaced by a more earnest expression. "I… I value our time together, Y/n. And I may have underestimated the importance of straightforward communication in matters of the heart."

Y/n grinned, realizing the depth of Zhongli's feelings. "Well, now that we've cleared that up, maybe you can court me like a normal person."

"The first is the puppy love, this love feels like a fairy tale. It’s that all-consuming puppy love and one that, at the time, you think will last forever.."

The sun dipped below the horizon, leaving behind hues of pink and orange that painted the sky. Y/n and Ajax, both at the tender age of nine, sat side by side on a small hill overlooking the quaint town where they grew up. The air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers, and the sounds of cicadas provided a gentle background melody.

Ajax grinned mischievously, "Y/n, do you believe in shooting stars? They say if you make a wish on one, it'll come true!"

Y/n's eyes sparkled with curiosity, "Really? What should we wish for?"

Ajax looked at her with a twinkle in his eye, "Let's wish to be together forever, okay? Like, even when we're grown-ups!"

A giggle escaped Y/n's lips as she nodded, "Yes, that's a perfect wish!"

They clasped their hands together, their tiny fingers entwining like the promise they were about to make. The night was clear, and a shooting star streaked across the sky. As it did, Y/n and Ajax closed their eyes and whispered their innocent promise to the cosmos.

"Let's get married when we're big, big adults, Ajax!"

Ajax chuckled, "Deal! You're going to be the prettiest bride ever!"

"...but it won't, 'cause we soon learn that fairy tales don't exist."

Years passed, and the once-inseparable pair found themselves standing on the same small hill where their innocent promise had been made. The landscape had changed, and so had they. Y/n, with dreams as vast as the sky, was on the brink of a new journey that would take her far away from the town they called home.

Ajax gazed at the horizon, a subtle sadness in his eyes, "Y/n, I can't believe you're really leaving."

She turned to face him, a mixture of excitement and sorrow in her expression, "I have to, Ajax. There's so much out there, and I want to explore it all."

Ajax tried to control his tears, as a pang of sadness tugged at his heart. "What about us? Our promise?"

Y/n sighed, "Ajax, we made that promise when we were kids. Things change, priorities change. It doesn't mean I'll forget you or what we shared."

He looked down, disappointment evident in his voice, "Is this the end for us, then?"

She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, "No, it's not the end. But we have to be realistic. Long-distance is tough, and we both have our paths to follow."

Ajax looked up, determination in his eyes, "What if we try? What if we make it work?"

Y/n smiled sadly, "Ajax, you're a part of me, and I'll always treasure our memories. But we can't tie ourselves down with promises made in the innocence of our youth.. Let's just cherish what we had and see where life takes us."

He sighed, his gaze downcast, "I guess this is it, huh?"

Y/n looked at him with a mix of sadness and understanding, "Ajax, we'll always have our memories. You mean a lot to me, and I'll never forget us."

Ajax nodded, a quiet acknowledgment of the shared past, but a lingering pain in his heart. "I thought maybe we could make it work, but maybe it's for the best."

Y/n reached out and gently touched his cheek, "You deserve someone who can be there for you.."

He smiled weakly, "You're right. It's just hard to let go."

As Y/n left, she never looked back, fear of looking at Ajax's broken face, the one she loved so dearly.

"The second love is the intense love, the love that turns your world upside down.."

The rain poured down in sheets, turning the city into a blurry watercolor painting. Y/n hurried through the streets, groceries in hand, regretting the decision not to bring an umbrella. As she navigated through the crowd, a sudden warmth enveloped her as a blue umbrella shielded her from the downpour.

Y/n looked up to see a person with messy blue hair, their face partially hidden by the hood of their jacket.

"Need some cover?" the person asked with a friendly smile.

Y/n nodded gratefully, "Thank you so much! I forgot my umbrella."

As they walked together through the rain, Y/n couldn't help but notice the kindness in the stranger's eyes. Conversation flowed easily, and laughter punctuated the sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella.

Eventually, they reached their apartment building, and to their surprise, realized they were neighbors.

"You live here too?" Y/n exclaimed.

The blue-haired stranger grinned, "Small world, huh? I'm Chongyun, by the way."

Y/n introduced herself, and from that day forward, their lives became intertwined. Shared dinners, movie nights, and the occasional run to the convenience store during late nights.

"The one that comes with highest of highs and lowest of lows.."

One evening, after a delightful date, Chongyun took a deep breath and looked into Y/n's eyes, "Y/n, would you officially be my girlfriend?"

Her face lit up, "Absolutely, Chongyun! I'd love that."

Their dating phase was filled with laughter, shared dreams, and the comfort of knowing someone was there. Soon, the idea of moving in together surfaced. Given their proximity in the same apartment complex, it seemed like the next natural step.

Moving day arrived, and as they settled into their shared space, the reality of living together unveiled a new dimension of their relationship. They discovered each other's habits, preferences, and the occasional quirks that grated on their nerves.

One evening, a seemingly harmless argument escalated into a heated exchange. Chongyun, frustrated, exclaimed, "Y/n, sometimes you're just too serious about everything! Can't we have a lighthearted conversation without you analyzing it to death?"

Y/n, equally frustrated, retorted, "Well, maybe you could take things a bit more seriously! Not everything is a joke, Chongyun!"

Silence hung in the air as they both realized the weight of their words. But just like every other time, they found themselves gravitating towards each other, seeking comfort in the familiarity of shared sheets and intertwined limbs.

Y/n sighed, "We can't keep doing this, Chongyun. It's exhausting."

Chongyun then pulled her closer to him, taking a deep breath he spoke, "I know, Y/n. I know."

"The one that will cause you so much pain.."

As the days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, the intensity of Y/n and Chongyun's relationship reached a tipping point. The cycle of arguments and reconciliations became a weary routine, leaving both of them drained.

Once, after a particularly heated exchange, Chongyun took a step back and looked at Y/n with a mixture of sadness and resignation. "Y/n, I think we need some space. This isn't healthy for either of us."

Y/n, caught off guard, felt a lump forming in her throat. "What do you mean, Chongyun?"

He sighed, "I mean, maybe we're not meant to be together. We've been through so much, and it's not making either of us happy."

Tears welled up in Y/n's eyes as the weight of his words settled in. "Are you breaking up with me?"

Chongyun nodded, "I think it's for the best. We both need to figure out what we truly want, and staying in this cycle isn't helping either of us."

The apartment, once filled with laughter and shared dreams, now echoed with the painful silence of a relationship coming to an end.

"But I love you, Chongyun," Y/n whispered, her voice breaking.

He gently touched her cheek, "I love you too, Y/n, but love isn't always enough."

"..but it will teach you what you want, and what you don't"

Chongyun moved out, seeking a fresh start. However, fate had other plans, and they found themselves crossing paths in the same complex, the awkward encounters serving as painful reminders of what once was.

Y/n, weary from the constant reminders of their past, decided it was time for a change. She received a job offer in a new city, and with a heart heavy with memories, she packed her bags to embark on a journey of self-discovery.

On her moving day, Chongyun showed up to help with the boxes. The air was thick with unspoken words as they navigated the process of dismantling the life they had built together. The shared glances and hesitant smiles hinted at the emotions bubbling beneath the surface.

As the last box was loaded into the moving truck, Y/n looked at Chongyun, gratitude and sadness mingling in her eyes. "Thank you for helping me, Chongyun. This is goodbye, isn't it?"

He nodded, a somber expression on his face, "Yeah, it is. Take care of yourself, Y/n."

A bittersweet silence hung in the air, and they found themselves wrapped in a tight embrace. It was a hug that spoke volumes, a silent acknowledgment of the shared pain and the decision to move forward.

"Goodbye, Chongyun," Y/n whispered, her voice catching in her throat.

"Goodbye, Y/n," he replied, the weight of their history lingering in the farewell.

As the moving truck pulled away, Y/n glanced back at the complex that held the fragments of a love that had taught them both valuable lessons.

"The third love, is the unexpected love.."

In the hustle and bustle of the new city, Y/n found herself working under the supervision of Kaeya, a charming yet infuriating figure who seemed to revel in pushing her buttons. Kaeya, tasked with training the new recruit, couldn't help but find amusement in Y/n's exasperated reactions.

From the very beginning, their interactions were laced with a peculiar tension. Y/n, with her determination to prove herself in the new job, clashed with Kaeya's laid-back and unpredictable approach to work. Each meeting felt like a battle of wits, a constant attempt to outsmart and out manoeuvre the other.

Kaeya smirked, "You know, Y/n, you're taking this job a bit too seriously. It's not a life-or-death situation."

Y/n shot back, "Well, someone has to do the work around here, and it seems like you're allergic to it."

"..The one that comes from nowhere and feels just completely and utterly right."

As Y/n and Kaeya continued to work together, their relationship began to take an unexpected turn. Y/n couldn't help but notice Kaeya stealing glances at her when he thought she wasn't looking.

One day, catching him in the act, Y/n raised an eyebrow, "Kaeya, is there something on my face?"

He quickly averted his gaze, a subtle blush coloring the tips of his ears. "N-no, of course not. Just lost in thought."

Y/n smirked, sensing something beneath the surface, "Lost in thought, or lost staring at me?"

Kaeya attempted to play it cool, "Staring? Please, I have more important things on my mind."

But the telltale redness of his ears betrayed him, and Y/n couldn't help but find the situation amusing. The once-annoying colleague seemed to be harboring feelings he wasn't ready to admit.

"And whereas it may not always start off very interestingly, it is the love that keeps knocking regardless of how long it takes you to answer.."

As Y/n and Kaeya's relationship deepened, their initial irritation gave way to a unique connection. The line between bickering and flirting became increasingly blurred, and late-night work sessions in Kaeya's apartment became a common occurrence.

One night, surrounded by the soft glow of city lights filtering through the window, Y/n and Kaeya found themselves engrossed in their project. The air was charged with tension, and their banter teetered on the edge of something more.

Y/n couldn't help but confess, "You know, when I first met you, I thought you were weird and annoying."

Kaeya grinned, "Anddd?"

"And you still are," Y/n replied with a playful smirk.

The atmosphere shifted, and in that moment, the tension hung heavy. Kaeya's eyes locked onto Y/n's, and without warning, he closed the gap between them, capturing her lips in a kiss.

However, the moment was short-lived. Y/n, overwhelmed by the sudden rush of emotions, pulled away, her eyes wide with uncertainty.

"I… I can't," she stammered, her hands shaking.

Kaeya, sensing her hesitation, tried to reassure her, "Y/n, I didn't mean to—"

She interrupted him, hastily gathering her things, "I need to go."

As Y/n rushed out of Kaeya's apartment, the door closed behind her, leaving a bewildered Kaeya standing in the quiet space. The city lights continued to flicker, but the warmth that had enveloped them earlier had been replaced by a chilling silence.

"..You no longer have to hide your flaws and imperfections; they accept you for who you are."

The days following the abrupt departure were heavy for Y/n. Overwhelmed by her emotions and the fear of confronting the newfound feelings, she took a sick leave, attempting to find solace in solitude. The apartment, once a sanctuary, now echoed with the quiet emptiness of her own thoughts.

One afternoon, as Y/n sat lost in her contemplations, a sudden knock on the door disrupted her fragile peace. Startled, she wiped away her tears and opened the door, her appearance far from the composed image she usually presented.

Kaeya stood at the doorway, his usually charming demeanor softened by concern. His eyes traveled over Y/n's disheveled state, taking in the messy hair, the tear-streaked face, and the hastily thrown-on pajamas.

"Y/n, I was worried. You haven't been answering calls or messages," Kaeya said gently, his voice filled with genuine concern.

Y/n struggled to meet his gaze, her vulnerability laid bare. "I… I needed some time alone."

Kaeya's expression softened even further as he stepped closer, "Can I come in?"

Y/n hesitated but eventually nodded, allowing him entry into her private sanctuary. As Kaeya entered, he took in the traces of her emotional turmoil scattered throughout the room.

"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," he began, choosing his words carefully. "I care about you, Y/n. I just… I wanted to make sure you're okay."

She looked at him, her eyes still glistening with unshed tears, "Kaeya, I… I don't know what to do. I'm scared."

He took a step closer, reaching out to gently wipe away a tear from her cheek. "You don't have to be scared, Y/n. We can take things at your pace. I'm here for you."

A fragile smile played on Y/n's lips as she allowed herself to lean into his comforting presence.

"It comes so easy it does not seem possible and the connection sweeps you off the ground because you never planned for it."

Winter draped the city in a soft blanket of snow, and as the holiday season approached, Y/n found herself on the path to healing, guided by Kaeya's patient presence. Their bond had weathered the storms of uncertainty, and with each passing day, the warmth between them grew stronger.

One chilly evening, they strolled through the twinkling streets adorned with festive decorations. Families bustled about, and the air was filled with the joyous anticipation of the upcoming celebrations. Y/n couldn't help but notice the couples hand in hand, the laughter, and the shared moments that painted the city with a special kind of magic.

As they walked together, Y/n felt a comforting warmth radiating from Kaeya. The time spent healing had allowed her to unravel the layers of fear and uncertainty, revealing the genuine love and care Kaeya had consistently offered.

Taking a deep breath, Y/n turned to Kaeya, her heart pounding but filled with a newfound clarity. "Kaeya, I… I love you."

His eyes sparkled with genuine happiness, and without a moment's hesitation, he scooped her up in his arms, twirling her around. Peppering kisses all over her face, Kaeya chuckled, "I love you too, Y/n! More than you can imagine."

As she giggled, Y/n couldn't help but marvel at the simplicity of loving Kaeya. It felt easy, natural, and unlike the complicated loves of her past. Ajax, the childhood friend, brought comfort but carried the weight of duty. Chongyun, the intense love, brought excitement but was overshadowed by the strain of constant conflict.

With Kaeya, it was different. His patience, understanding, and genuine affection created a love that flowed effortlessly. In the embrace of the winter evening, Y/n realized that loving Kaeya was like navigating through a calm river after weathering tempestuous seas. It felt easy, secure, and filled with a warmth that melted away the remnants of her past doubts and fears.

"It is the love you’ll spend the rest of your life with."

The snowfall from the night they confessed to each other was a distant memory as Y/n and Kaeya stood together at the altar, surrounded by the warmth of their love and the presence of friends and family. The ceremony marked the culmination of a journey filled with challenges, growth, and an enduring commitment to each other.

The venue was adorned with flowers, the air filled with the sweet melody of joy, and the love between Y/n and Kaeya radiated, turning the ceremony into a celebration of a lifetime. Y/n, in a breathtaking wedding gown, looked at Kaeya with eyes filled with love, and he, in a sharp suit, beamed with pride.

As they exchanged vows, promising to stand by each other in sickness and health, in joy and sorrow, the connection they shared blossomed into a bond that would withstand the test of time. The wedding guests, a mix of family and friends, looked on with smiles and tears, witnessing the union of two souls destined to spend the rest of their lives together.

After the ceremony, as Y/n and Kaeya danced under the starlit sky, they caught glimpses of the other two important figures from Y/n's past. Ajax, her childhood friend, danced with his partner, a person who brought stability and warmth into his life. Chongyun, the intense love, swirled around the dance floor with his partner, a companion who complemented his spirit with laughter and understanding.

It was a moment of shared happiness, a realisation that the journey of love took different paths for each of them. Y/n's heart swelled with gratitude for the past loves that had shaped her and led her to this moment.

As the night continued, Y/n and Kaeya revelled in the joy of their love, surrounded by the people who mattered most. The dance floor buzzed with laughter, the music echoed through the night, and the stars above bore witness to a love that had endured and triumphed.

Diluc couldn't forget the day they moved into the neighborhood. The sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow over the streets as boxes were being carried into the new house. He was helping his parents, carrying items from the car when he caught sight of a figure peeking from behind a nearby fence. It was Y/n, a curious expression on her face as she observed him working.

As he made eye contact and waved, Y/n's cheeks flushed, and she quickly ducked out of sight. There was something about her shyness that tugged at Diluc's heartstrings. Little did he know, that moment would linger in his mind for years to come.

The next encounter was when Y/n's mother insisted she take over a box of homemade confectioneries as a welcoming gift. This time, it was Kaeya who opened the door. His mischievous blue eyes widened in surprise at the offering, and a playful grin spread across his face as he accepted it.

"Hey there! You must be our new neighbor. I'm Kaeya, nice to meet you!" he greeted cheerfully.

Y/n couldn't help but smile at his friendly demeanor, and that simple interaction sparked the beginning of their friendship. Days turned into weeks, and soon, the trio found themselves spending more time together, sharing laughs, secrets, and growing closer.

~

As the years passed, the trio's bond strengthened, but the dynamics were shifting beneath the surface. Kaeya's feelings for Y/n were becoming increasingly evident to Diluc, and though he had long buried his own emotions, it didn't make the situation any easier.

One day, as they sat on the rooftop of Y/n's house, Kaeya couldn't help but gaze at Y/n with a soft smile. "You know, Y/n, there's something about you that makes every moment brighter," he confessed, his usually playful demeanor giving way to a rare sincerity.

Diluc, who was sitting next to them, raised an eyebrow. "Kaeya, since when did you become so sentimental?" he teased, masking the sting in his heart.

Kaeya shot him a look, a mixture of annoyance and amusement. "I'm being serious for once, brother. Y/n, I... I really like you."

Y/n, surprised but not entirely unaware of Kaeya's growing feelings, blushed. "Kaeya, you're such a goofball, but I like you too."

Diluc's heart sank, but he managed to maintain a facade of indifference. He teased Kaeya mercilessly after that, making light of his brother's newfound romance. Yet, every joke felt like a stab, a reminder of what could have been.

Despite the pain he felt, Diluc couldn't bring himself to resent Kaeya or Y/n. Kaeya, in his own way, genuinely cared for Y/n, and Y/n was happy. Diluc buried his feelings deeper, a silent sacrifice for the sake of their friendship.

One evening, as they strolled through the neighborhood, Diluc couldn't shake the ache in his chest. "You two are disgustingly sweet, you know that?" he remarked, his tone playful.

Kaeya smirked, throwing an arm around Y/n's shoulders. "It's called being in love, dear brother. You should try it sometime."

Y/n laughed, and Diluc, despite the pain, smiled. "Maybe one day, Kaeya. Just maybe."

~

As they entered college, the once harmonious dynamic between Kaeya, Y/n, and Diluc began to show signs of strain. The demands of their studies, coupled with the distance from their childhood home, started to take a toll on their relationship.

Living in separate apartments, Kaeya and Diluc found themselves sharing a space again, but this time, it was different. Arguments became frequent, mostly stemming from Kaeya's carefree lifestyle clashing with Diluc's more serious nature. Y/n, caught in the middle, tried her best to mediate but often ended up feeling torn between her two closest friends.

Late-night conversations turned into heated disagreements, and more often than not, Y/n would storm out of Kaeya's apartment, tears streaming down her face. It had become a routine, and Diluc couldn't bear to see her hurt, but he was also grappling with his own conflicted emotions.

Watching Y/n leave yet again, Diluc sighed, knowing that Kaeya's immaturity was causing the rift. He had always harbored feelings for Y/n, but he had buried them to preserve their friendship. However, seeing her distressed because of Kaeya tore at his resolve.

He paced back and forth in their apartment, his thoughts in turmoil. Should he intervene? Confess his feelings? But the fear of ruining what little harmony remained between them held him back.

Finally, making a decision, Diluc grabbed his jacket and hurried after Y/n. He found her sitting on a bench a few blocks away, tears still staining her cheeks.

"Y/n," he called softly, sitting beside her.

She looked up, surprised to see him. "Diluc? What are you doing here?"

"I couldn't just let you leave like that," he admitted, his usual stoic facade softening. "Are you okay?"

Y/n nodded, but her eyes betrayed her emotions. "I don't know what to do, Diluc. Everything feels so complicated."

He hesitated, then gently placed a hand on her shoulder. "I know it's hard, but you don't have to face this alone. We'll figure it out together, alright?"

Diluc found solace in the reminiscing, a bittersweet comfort amidst the turmoil. Y/n's tear-stained face slowly transformed into a faint smile as they recollected the simpler times of their childhood. The only sound being the soft rustle of leaves and occasional cars passing by.

"It feels like a different lifetime, doesn't it?" Y/n mused, wiping away the remnants of her tears.

"It does," Diluc agreed softly. "Back when our biggest worry was the flavor of ice cream we'd get."

A gentle breeze swept through, causing a stray strand of Y/n's hair to dance across her face. Without thinking, Diluc reached out and tucked it behind her ear, a gesture born of care and familiarity.

Y/n's surprised gaze met his, and for a moment, the air filled with unspoken words. Diluc, realizing the intimacy of his action, quickly withdrew his hand, an apology forming on his lips.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—" he began, but Y/n interrupted with a gentle touch on his arm.

"It's okay, Diluc," she said softly, a faint blush dusting her cheeks. "Thank you."

Their gazes lingered, a multitude of emotions passing between them in that fleeting moment. Diluc's heart raced, unsure of how to navigate his unspoken feelings. He wanted to say more, to express the years of hidden affection, but the weight of their friendship held him back.

"I should probably get you back home," he finally spoke, a hint of regret tainting his words.

Y/n nodded, a mix of understanding and curiosity in her eyes. As they walked back in silence, the evening's revelations hung heavy in the air, leaving Diluc grappling with his emotions, uncertain of what the future held for their tangled relationships.

~

The apartment was draped in an uneasy silence as Diluc quietly entered, his eyes avoiding the piercing gaze of his brother. Kaeya sat on the couch, his attention seemingly fixated on the TV, but his mind clearly preoccupied with thoughts that mirrored Diluc's own.

"Where were you?" Kaeya's question cut through the stillness, the undertone revealing a mixture of concern and insecurity.

"Out for a walk," Diluc replied, his voice steady but devoid of its usual warmth. He knew Kaeya was aware that he went after Y/n, and the unspoken tension in the room thickened.

"Really? At this hour? At least find a good excuse when you're trying to lie," Kaeya retorted, his frustration evident.

Diluc's jaw clenched, irritation simmering beneath the surface. He resisted the urge to snap back, realizing that this wasn't just about the late-night stroll. The unresolved issues between them were casting a shadow over the apartment.

Ignoring Kaeya's continued probing, Diluc retreated to his room, closing the door behind him. The walls seemed to close in as he grappled with conflicting emotions. Kaeya's accusations stung, but the real source of pain lay in the unspoken truth that Diluc had been avoiding for too long.

Kaeya, too, sat in the dimly lit living room, a frown creasing his features. He knew Diluc's feelings for Y/n ran deep, hidden beneath layers of brotherly camaraderie. The discovery of Y/n's picture in Diluc's diary once had been a revelation he chose to keep to himself, a silent acknowledgment of a truth that could shatter the fragile balance they had maintained.

As the night wore on, the brothers remained ensnared in the unspoken tensions that swirled between them, each grappling with their own insecurities and unexpressed desires.

~

Later in the middle of the night the soft glow of Kaeya's phone illuminated the darkened room as he swiftly typed out a casual "hey" to someone. His actions were shrouded in secrecy, a clandestine exchange that echoed the shadows of deceit.

Minutes later, the door closed quietly behind Kaeya as he slipped out of the apartment, leaving behind an atmosphere thick with unspoken tension. He navigated the quiet streets, his steps laden with guilt and a tangled web of conflicting emotions.

As Kaeya walked, his mind replayed fragments of his relationship with Y/n—the arguments, the unresolved conflicts, the fragile trust that teetered on the edge of doubt. His affair with another woman was a secret he buried deep within, a clandestine escape from the complexities of his relationship with Y/n.

Despite the trust she placed in him, their relationship had become a battleground of misunderstandings and disagreements, leaving Kaeya seeking solace in moments that promised temporary respite from the turmoil.

Arriving at a nondescript location, Kaeya's heart clenched with a mixture of guilt and desperation. His actions were veiled in secrecy, a facade carefully constructed to shield his indiscretions from the piercing gaze of the one he professed to care for.

The night enveloped him in a shroud of secrecy as he stepped into the dimly lit establishment, seeking solace in the embrace of someone who offered fleeting comfort amidst the chaos of his tangled emotions.

~

In the following days, Y/n remained unaware of Kaeya's clandestine activities. Oblivious to his indiscretions, she poured her heart into mending the frayed threads of their relationship. Determined to reconcile the rifts that had formed between them, she approached Kaeya with a genuine desire to heal their bond.

Their conversations became more heartfelt, sprinkled with laughter and moments of genuine connection. Y/n's efforts seemed to bear fruit as Kaeya reciprocated, his demeanor softer, his words carrying a sincerity that momentarily masked the shadows lurking beneath the surface.

They took walks in the park, shared meals together, and engaged in heartfelt conversations that hinted at a semblance of normalcy returning to their relationship. Y/n's heart swelled with hope, believing that perhaps they were finally moving past the storm that had clouded their connection.

Kaeya, too, found solace in these moments, the guilt of his actions momentarily pushed aside by the warmth of Y/n's efforts to mend their relationship. He immersed himself in these fleeting moments of tranquility, longing for a semblance of peace amidst the chaos he had wrought.

However, beneath the facade of reconciliation, lies the unspoken truth that threatened to unravel everything. The shadows of Kaeya's infidelity lingered, a ticking time bomb poised to shatter the fragile peace they were trying so desperately to rebuild.

As the days passed, the tension simmered beneath the surface, casting a looming shadow over their efforts to mend what was broken.

~

The following week there was a party for one of their mutual friend and the three were invited along with others, the night was alive with music and laughter as Y/n, Kaeya, and Diluc found themselves at a lively party. The atmosphere seemed to resonate with joy, momentarily pushing aside the shadows that lingered within their intertwined relationships. The trio immersed themselves in the festivities, trying to relive the carefree moments of their past.

As the night progressed, Y/n couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. Kaeya's discomfort was evident, his usual charm overshadowed by an unspoken tension. Concern etched across her face, she leaned towards Kaeya and gently asked, "Is everything okay, Kaeya? Do you want to go home?"

Kaeya, attempting to mask his unease, dismissed her concern with a forced smile. "I'm fine. Just need a moment," he replied, excusing himself to the restroom.

But Y/n, intuition guiding her, noticed Kaeya heading in the opposite direction. Suspicion gnawed at her, and without a second thought, she discreetly followed him, weaving through the vibrant crowd until she overheard a conversation that shattered the illusion of their mended relationship.

"I told you! I'm done with you. Things are fine between Y/n and me now, so leave me alone, we're done" Kaeya's voice, laced with frustration and anger, sliced through the air. Y/n's heart sank as the weight of his words settled in, and she noticed a woman standing close to Kaeya, way to close for her likings, and she connected the dots.

Staggering back to the heart of the party, her emotions in turmoil, Y/n sought refuge in a cascade of shots, the bitter liquid offering a temporary escape. Diluc, sensing her distress, intercepted her path, a furrow forming on his brow. "Y/n?" he called out, concern etched across his face.

She looked up, her eyes clouded with a mix of pain and confusion. "Diluc," she muttered, her voice trembling. "I thought… I thought things were getting better."

Diluc, his gaze piercing through the facade of the lively party, guided Y/n to a quieter corner. "What happened? Tell me," he urged, his concern deepening as he sensed the unraveling of their carefully constructed reality.

Y/n just shrugged, intoxicated already, as her words were slurred, "Take me home please."

Diluc's worry intensified as he noticed Y/n's slurred words and the haze of intoxication clouding her usual clarity. Without hesitation, he nodded solemnly, supporting her as they made their way out of the party.

The night air was a sharp contrast to the chaotic energy of the gathering, the silence enveloping them as they ventured back towards their apartment. Y/n leaned on Diluc, her thoughts a tangled mess amidst the alcohol-induced haze.

They walked in a heavy silence, each lost in their own thoughts. Diluc's concern for Y/n deepened, his mind grappling with the weight of the situation. He wanted to ask, to understand, but the inebriated state Y/n was in made him choose silence, allowing her the space she needed in that moment.

Upon reaching their apartment, Diluc guided Y/n inside, settling her down with a glass of water. She sat on the couch, her eyes distant, the events of the night casting a shadow over her usual vivacious spirit.

"Are you okay?" Diluc finally ventured, his voice gentle, yet filled with worry.

Y/n's response was a weary nod, her gaze fixed on a distant point. "I just want to forget tonight," she mumbled, her words tinged with both sadness and frustration.

Diluc sighed softly, a mix of emotions swirling within him. He wanted to erase the pain etched on her face, to shield her from the hurt caused by the unraveling of their relationships. But in that moment, all he could offer was quiet companionship.

Sitting beside her, he draped a blanket over Y/n's shoulders, a silent gesture of comfort.

The apartment was draped in an unsettling silence, disrupted only by the occasional sound of Y/n's stifled sniffling. Diluc sat beside her, the air heavy with unspoken words. The glow of their phones intermittently broke the stillness as notifications from Kaeya flooded in.

Diluc picked up his phone, the screen ablaze with messages from his brother. The words flickered with concern, confusion, and a hint of desperation. Each message intensified the guilt that gnawed at Diluc. He hesitated for a moment, conflicted, before crafting a calculated response.

"Hey, have you seen Y/n?" Kaeya's message read. Diluc replied, his fingers moving deliberately across the screen, "I don't know. I haven't seen her, I left the party early." The next message came quickly, "Diluc? Where are you?" "I'm out for some fresh air. Don't worry about it," Diluc replied, a lie dripping from his words. "Are you and Y/n together?" Diluc's jaw clenched, the weight of deception settling in. "No, we're not. I don't know where she is either."

The messages kept coming, each one more desperate than the last. Diluc, feeling a mix of guilt and frustration, decided to take a drastic step. He turned off his phone, then reached over to Y/n's, silencing the incessant buzzing.

The room fell into a profound silence once again, the digital world shut out as Diluc contemplated the consequences of his actions. Y/n, still lost in her thoughts, remained oblivious to the web of lies being woven around her.

"You know, I loved you when I first saw you," Y/n murmured breaking the silence, her words slurred with the effects of the alcohol. Diluc's heart skipped a beat at Y/n's confession, her words lingering in the air like a delicate melody. He felt her soft touch cupping his face, her intoxicated gaze meeting his.

Diluc's breath caught in his throat. "W-what?" he stammered, unable to conceal the surprise and a flicker of hope that danced in his eyes.

Y/n giggled, her laughter echoing in the quiet room. She leaned into him, her words a cascade of raw emotions. "Yeah, but I thought you didn't feel the same, so I moved on."

The confession hung in the air, a revelation that seemed to stretch the boundaries of time. Diluc, grappling with the weight of her words, felt a rush of conflicting emotions. The revelation opened a door to a past that he had carefully locked away.

Still intoxicated, Y/n huffed, her expression thoughtful. "I wonder if things would've been different if…"

Diluc's curiosity peaked. "If what?" he pressed, the air thick with unspoken possibilities.

"If I didn't move on," Y/n mused, her gaze distant, lost in a world of 'what-ifs.'

Y/n's words flowed in a gentle, intoxicated cadence, her eyes glazed with memories of a distant past. "I thought your red hair was so pretty," she confessed softly, her voice carrying a wistful tone. "When you were carrying the boxes and caught me peeking, I froze on the spot."

Diluc's heart fluttered at her words, a rush of emotions surging within him. Her confession painted a vivid picture of their intertwined past, bringing to light emotions he had long buried.

Y/n, now lost in reminiscence, continued, "You looked so serious, but there was something in your eyes… I don't know, I just couldn't look away."

Her words wrapped around Diluc, unraveling the layers of his guarded heart. The memories of their shared past flooded his mind, a kaleidoscope of moments he had cherished and kept hidden.

"I remember that day," he admitted quietly, a hint of vulnerability seeping into his tone. "I was nervous, moving into a new neighborhood and caught someone watching me."

Y/n's gaze met his, a mixture of nostalgia and newfound understanding in her eyes. "I didn't think you'd remember," she said, a small smile playing on her lips.

Diluc's lips curved into a tender smile. "How could I forget?" he murmured, the weight of unspoken emotions lingering between them.

Y/n, her mood lightening, decided to break the emotional tension with a playful joke. "I mean, who would've thought, right?" she teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Me, falling for the guy carrying boxes like some romance novel cliche."

Diluc chuckled, the weight in the room lifting with her lighthearted remark. "Well, if life were a romance novel, we'd be in for quite the plot twist."

Y/n grinned, her laughter echoing in the room. "Plot twist? More like a rollercoaster with unexpected loops and turns."

As their banter continued, Diluc found himself caught in the current of shared memories and newfound openness. The air, still tinged with laughter, carried a sense of vulnerability that lingered between them.

He glanced at Y/n, her eyes sparkling with the remnants of intoxication, and a sudden surge of courage overcame him. "You know," he began, his tone sincere, "that day, when I caught you looking at me, something changed for me too."

Y/n's gaze shifted to him, curiosity replacing the playful glint in her eyes. "Changed? How so?"

Diluc took a deep breath, his words weighed with a vulnerability he seldom revealed. "I fell for you that same day, Y/n. But… I was scared. Scared of ruining our friendship, scared of what it might mean. So, I kept it to myself."

Y/n's expression softened, a mix of surprise and understanding in her eyes. "You… liked me back then?"

Diluc nodded, a rueful smile playing on his lips. "More than I'd like to admit. But I didn't want to complicate things."

Y/n, despite the intoxication, sensed the sincerity in Diluc's words. She reached over, gently placing a hand on his, a silent acknowledgment of the shared emotions that had long remained unspoken.

In the hushed aftermath of their confessions, Diluc's gaze inadvertently drifted to Y/n's lips. A subtle tension hung in the air, charged with unspoken desires that had lingered beneath the surface for far too long.

Y/n, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, felt her heartbeat quicken. The room seemed to contract, leaving only the shared vulnerability and the unspoken tension that wove a delicate web between them.

Diluc gulped, the weight of his unspoken feelings pulsating in the charged air. His eyes lingered on Y/n's lips for a fleeting moment, a silent admission of the desires he had long suppressed.

The silence stretched, a breath caught in the precipice of anticipation. The confessions, the shared history, and the unspoken currents of attraction converged in that suspended moment.

Y/n, her own heart racing, met Diluc's gaze with a mixture of understanding and a hint of something more. The delicate dance between them, once obscured by fear and hesitation, now unfolded in the quiet space they had created.

It was a moment suspended in time, a culmination of unspoken desires and shared emotions. Diluc, emboldened by the absence of discomfort in Y/n's response, closed the distance between them.

Their lips met in a gentle collision, a tender exploration that ignited a familiar spark, reigniting the embers of feelings long suppressed. The kiss became an intricate dance, their tongues engaged in a silent conversation, each movement a testament to the depth of their unspoken desires.

Y/n, feeling the rush of emotions, snaked her hand around Diluc's neck, pulling him closer, a silent plea for more. Diluc, overcome by the whirlwind of old feelings resurfacing, responded with a delicate urgency.

As the kiss deepened, a rush of familiarity intertwined with the rush of something new. Diluc gently guided Y/n back, the cushions of the couch providing a soft landing. Their embrace grew more passionate, the past and present colliding in a whirlwind of emotions and unspoken truths.

Y/n's hands moved with a deliberate slowness, undoing the buttons of Diluc's shirt one by one.

Diluc's hands roamed, a gentle exploration of Y/n's body. Fingers traced the contours of her skin, mapping the familiar terrain as if committing every curve to memory. The silence between them spoke volumes, a language of shared desire and unspoken understanding.

As the last button gave way, Diluc's shirt hung open, revealing a vulnerability that mirrored the emotions swirling within them. Y/n's gaze met his, a silent confirmation to continue, Diluc opened her shirt andas the fabric slipped away, revealing the canvas of Y/n's vulnerability. Diluc's gaze lingered on her, a mixture of desire and appreciation.

Diluc's lips traced a delicate path along Y/n's skin, planting gentle kisses that reverberated with a whisper of adoration. Each tender touch conveyed a silent admiration, a tribute to the beauty laid bare before him.

"So beautiful," he murmured softly against her skin, the words a breathless affirmation of the emotions stirring within him. His voice carried a tender reverence, as if acknowledging the intricacies of the moment they shared.

Y/n's breath hitched at his words, a rush of emotions coursing through her.

"Please love me, Diluc." Y/n's whispered plea hung in the air, a vulnerable admission that resonated with the depth of their shared intimacy. Diluc, his heart responding to the raw emotion in her voice, looked into her eyes, his own filled with a mixture of understanding and tenderness.

He cradled her face in his hands, his touch gentle yet possessive. "I already do," he confessed, his voice a soft murmur that mirrored the vulnerability of the moment.

Y/n's hands grazed through his hair, fingers threading the strands with a quiet desperation.

Diluc leaned down and wrapped his lips around Y/n's nipple, and his right hand continued to tease her other nipple between his pointer and middle finger. She whimpered feeling the cold touch on her sensitive area. Diluc then gently grazed his teeth against her nipple.

"Stop teasing..", She whimpered

Diluc, pulled away, making a pop sound, his gaze fixed on her, couldn't help but chuckle softly at her plea. "Teasing you?" He feigned innocence, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "I wouldn't dream of it."

Y/n peeked out from behind the cushion, her eyes dancing with a mix of amusement and a hint of anticipation. "Sure.." she countered, a smile playing on her lips.

Diluc moved closer, a soft grin tugging at his lips. "Okay, okay," he relented, his tone light but filled with affection. "No more teasing."

His lips traced a trail of soft kisses from Y/n's stomach down to her thighs. Each gentle caress sent shivers through her, a silent acknowledgment of the heightened intimacy they were exploring.

Y/n's breath caught, her fingers instinctively threading through Diluc's hair. The air was charged with a blend of desire and anticipation, a symphony of sensations that echoed the unspoken connection between them.

Diluc, his movements deliberate and tender, mapped the contours of Y/n's skin with a reverence that transcended words.

As he reached her sweet cunt, which was already dripping, he couldn't help but muse, "Already so wet for me?"

"S-shut up," She tried closing her thighs, but Diluc firmly held them apart, "Not so soon, love"

As he lifts her thighs, gently placing it on his shoulders, he then sucked and licked her cunt with a gentle insistence, as if savoring the taste of a cherished elixir. Y/n's breath caught at the intensity of the sensation, a shiver running down her spine. The air thickened with a heady mixture of desire and the unspoken connection that enveloped them.

Diluc, lost in the moment, continued his ministrations, Y/n felt a familiar knot forming in her stomach, as fingers tangled in Diluc's hair, gripping it with a newfound intensity.

"Diluc I- I'm close..", Y/n gasps, a mess of muffled moans flow, as he flicks his tongue over her clit harder, faster, alternating between circles, sides, ups and downs.

Moaning against her clit, Diluc licks all around her entrance and swollen nub, only slowing pace when he feels her hands tug harsh at his strands, an enticing moan filling the room.

He allows Y/n to ride out her high, as his hand grazes the inside of her thighs as she collected herself. He looks up as he glances at the throbbing cunt once again, and wipes his face. "Such a good girl for me", He teases.

Diluc's teasing words hung in the air, a playful provocation that added a layer of intimacy to the charged atmosphere. Y/n, her grip still firm in his hair, met his gaze with a mixture of amusement and desire.

"Oh, am I now?" she countered, a playful glint in her eyes as she leaned in closer.

Diluc chuckled, his voice a low murmur. "Very good," he affirmed, his words carrying a subtle intensity that mirrored the growing connection between them.

"But Diluc, I wanna make you feel good too," she expressed, her voice a delicate whisper that echoed in the room.

Diluc, meeting her gaze with a softness in his eyes, gently cupped her face. "No, Y/n, it isn't about me tonight," he responded, his tone carrying a quiet assurance. "Tonight is about you."

Their exchange became a poignant moment of shared vulnerability and selflessness. In the quiet space they had created, the unspoken understanding hung heavy, a mutual acknowledgment of the depth of their connection.

The room, now a haven of shared intimacy, held an atmosphere of tenderness and trust. Diluc's choice to prioritize Y/n's pleasure became a silent declaration of the genuine connection they shared, transcending the physical into something more profound.

~

The soft morning light bathed the room, casting a gentle glow on Y/n, still peacefully asleep after the night of shared intimacy. Diluc, having ensured she was comfortably cleaned up, stood by the bedside, a mixture of tenderness and determination in his eyes.

He bent down, pressing a gentle kiss on Y/n's forehead, a silent promise lingering in the touch. "I'll come by later," he whispered softly, as if affirming the unspoken connection that had unfolded between them.

Diluc took a moment to gaze at Y/n, the vulnerability of sleep casting her in a delicate light. With a final, lingering look, he straightened up, a sense of purpose guiding his movements.

The room, once a sanctuary of shared moments, now held the echoes of their connection. Diluc quietly gathered his belongings, leaving behind the quiet assurance of his presence.

~

As Diluc reached his apartment, his disheveled appearance betraying the events of the night, found Kaeya sitting on the doorstep of their home. The worry etched on Kaeya's face was unmistakable as his eyes scanned Diluc's disarrayed hair and the faint traces of lingering intimacy.

"Where did you go last night, Diluc?" Kaeya asked, his voice laced with concern, yet tinged with a hint of confusion. The realization seemed to dawn on him as he took in his brother's appearance, noting the subtle signs that suggested Diluc had spent the night with someone.

Diluc, weighing his words carefully, met Kaeya's gaze. "I had some things to take care of," he replied, a vague answer that did little to ease Kaeya's worry.

Kaeya, still trying to piece together the puzzle, furrowed his brow. "Things? Diluc, you look like you've been through more than just 'things,'" he remarked, the worry deepening in his eyes.

Diluc, maintaining a stoic demeanor, offered no further explanation.

Kaeya's worry deepened as he pressed Diluc for answers. "Why didn't you answer my calls? Nor my texts?" he questioned, a mix of concern and confusion in his voice. "I understand if you were with someone, but still..."

Diluc, feeling the weight of Kaeya's scrutiny, bit his tongue, torn between his loyalty to his brother and the unspoken events of the night with Y/n. The worry in Kaeya's eyes mirrored the unease in Diluc's heart.

"Y/n isn't answering my calls and texts either," Kaeya continued, his concern now extending to their shared friend. "She left without saying anything. I'm worried for her."

Diluc, caught in a web of conflicting emotions, hesitated before responding. "I haven't heard from her either," he admitted, careful not to reveal too much.

~

Kaeya, fueled with worry then declared that he would go meet Y/n himself. Before Diluc could interject, Kaeya swiftly left, leaving a lingering tension in the air.

As Kaeya reached Y/n's home, he rang the bell, anxiety coursing through him.

As Y/n faced Kaeya at the door, her expression masked the turmoil within. Kaeya, oblivious to the fact that she had overheard his infidelity, attempted to explain his worry. "Y/n, what happened? Why did you leave without a word? Are you okay?"

Y/n, wrestling with the betrayal she had witnessed, forced a tight-lipped smile. "I'm fine, Kaeya. I just needed some time alone," she replied, her voice betraying none of the hurt she felt.

Kaeya, sensing the distance in her demeanor, persisted. "But why didn't you answer my calls or texts? I was worried about you."

Her facade cracked momentarily, a flicker of hurt in her eyes. "I... I needed some space, Kaeya. I'll be fine," she assured him, her words carefully chosen to hide the anguish she harbored.

A realization dawned on Kaeya as he looked at Y/n's face, noting the subtle signs that mirrored his brother's appearance. The swollen lips, the distant gaze – it all clicked into place. The pieces of the puzzle fell together, revealing a connection that he hadn't considered before.

He remembered the silent phones, the early departure from the party, and now, the shared physical traces between Y/n and his brother. The weight of the revelation settled in, and Kaeya's expression shifted from concern to a mixture of shock and realization.

"Oh," he mumbled, the truth hitting him like a sudden revelation. The unspoken understanding unfolded before him, the shared secret that had eluded his awareness.

Y/n, sensing Kaeya's realization, met his gaze with a guarded expression. The air between them held a heavy silence, pregnant with the unspoken acknowledgment of the events that transpired the night before.

Kaeya's voice trembled with a mixture of shock, hurt, and disbelief. "You... cheated on me with my own brother?" His words hung in the air, barely above a whisper, heavy with the weight of the truth he had just uncovered.

Y/n, faced with the accusation veiled in disbelief, struggled to find words to explain. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on her, her heart pounding with the realization that the secret had been unveiled.

"I..." she began, her voice faltering as she grappled with the turmoil of the situation.

Kaeya's expression betrayed a mixture of pain and betrayal, his emotions raw and unguarded. The silence between them seemed to stretch, a tense pause filled with unspoken questions and shattered trust.

~

As Diluc arrived at the scene, a sense of impending turmoil weighed heavily in the air. Kaeya stood, his facade barely holding, emotions swirling beneath the surface. Y/n, aware of the gravity of the situation, stood there awkwardly, lost for words.

The tension was palpable, and Diluc could sense the brewing storm. He stepped forward, his expression a mixture of concern and apprehension, taking in the scene before him.

"Kaeya…" Diluc began, his voice laced with urgency, attempting to diffuse the mounting tension. "Let's talk, please." His gaze shifted between his brother and Y/n, a silent plea for a moment of understanding and resolution.

Kaeya's emotions were a tempest on the verge of breaking, his voice wavering as he struggled to process the revelation. "Did this really happen?" he managed to utter, his gaze shifting between Y/n and Diluc, seeking an explanation.

Y/n, caught in the swirling emotions of the moment, was suddenly reminded of Kaeya's previous infidelity. The realization struck her like a bolt of lightning, and she clenched her fists, a surge of anger and hurt welling up within her.

The atmosphere, already heavy with tension, became charged with the complexities of their shared history. Y/n's gaze shifted between Diluc and Kaeya, a storm of conflicting emotions playing out on her face.

"You cheated on me first," she blurted out, her voice laced with a mixture of accusation and pain.

Y/n's words cut through the charged atmosphere, a final declaration that severed the last remnants of trust between them. "Our relationship ended the moment you warmed another woman's bed, Kaeya. You do not have the right to say anything anymore." Her voice, a mixture of pain and resolve, echoed in the air.

Kaeya, faced with the consequences of his actions and the revelation that Y/n had overheard his conversation with the other woman, felt the weight of his mistakes crashing down on him. The gravity of the situation became palpable, and he stood there, a shattered expression revealing the depth of his remorse.

As Y/n closed the door behind her, the weight of the situation settled heavily within her. Her emotions were a tumultuous storm, unsure of where to settle amidst the chaos. Meanwhile, Diluc and Kaeya walked back home, the silence between them deafening.

Once they reached home, Kaeya broke the heavy silence, his voice tinged with remorse. "Treat her better than I did," he uttered, a mix of regret and resignation in his words. Diluc glanced at his brother, his gaze reflecting sympathy for the predicament they found themselves in.

"Diluc, our relationship is past repair.. there's nothing her and I could do. I messed up," Kaeya continued, the weight of his actions heavy on his shoulders.

Diluc, his voice a mixture of understanding and concern, responded softly, "We both did, Kaeya. It's not just you." He acknowledged the shared responsibility they held in the events that transpired.

~

In the months that followed, Diluc and Kaeya worked on rebuilding their brotherly relationship, each making an effort to bridge the gaps that had formed between them. Kaeya, wistful and remorseful, encouraged Diluc to pursue his feelings for Y/n, urging him not to repeat the mistakes they had made in the past.

As time passed, Kaeya and Y/n eventually found closure in their relationship, having come to terms with their shared history. Meanwhile, Diluc and Y/n's bond gradually deepened, blossoming into a love that had been simmering beneath the surface for years.

~~

Fast forward five years, at the wedding, Kaeya stood as one of the best men, witnessing Y/n's radiant presence. Her gaze, unwavering and filled with warmth, remained fixated on Diluc as she walked down the aisle, holding a bouquet of flowers.

As Y/n smiled shyly at Diluc, a pang of regret tugged at Kaeya's heart. He wished things had been different, that he had been stronger and resisted the temporary temptations that led him away from his chance at lasting happiness.

"Forever looks good on her," Kaeya whispered to himself, his gaze lingering on the couple exchanging vows. The ache of missed opportunities echoed within him, a silent plea for a different path taken.

~

In the evening, amidst the celebration, Diluc and Y/n, now happily married, gracefully interacted with their guests. Their joy was palpable, radiating as they engaged in lively conversations and shared heartfelt moments.

Kaeya, despite masking his own hurt, teased the newlyweds with playful banter, a facade to cover the ache in his heart. He adorned his words with humor and jest, ensuring the atmosphere remained light and cheerful for the couple.

"Ah, look at the lovebirds," Kaeya chimed in, flashing a playful grin. "Don't you two ever get tired of looking so incredibly in love?"

Diluc and Y/n exchanged a knowing glance, their smiles warm and genuine. "Never," Y/n replied, her eyes sparkling with happiness as she glanced at Diluc.

Kaeya continued to tease, diverting attention away from his own emotions, determined not to cast a shadow over the joyous occasion.