BLADE

Your fiancee yingxing was killed a week before your engagement and you have been trying to move on from the lost as fast as possible. Yet, every time you finally do it a sense of guilt of you leaving him behind or betraying him by seeing another man aches you in your heart–you don't know how to move on.

Your closest friend has been telling you to be wary of going outside due to the amount of "visitors" spotting as well as the sudden changes in the atmosphere becomes much more painful knowing that you are alone and no one is there to hold you or comfort you during this time of danger.

One night you receive a night mare, of your dead fiancee coming back to life and there to haunt you. You immediately shot up from your bed, while trying to calm yourself down–you decided to grab a glass of water. Unfortunately you weren't alone in your house, because another presence has managed to enter into your home.

You found your husband standing In the hallway in a state of confusion, as if he was a zombie but when he finally saw you–he slowly walked up to you and sniffed. You unfortunately don't know how to react because how are you supposed to react towards seeing your husband who has been dead for a year alive again.

"yingxing" or blade has no memory of what's going on, It seems he has lost his identity as yingxing and became "blade" he doesn't remember you, but feels a sense of possessiveness and yearning from you. He would glare at any visitors who have tried to enter as well as people, he managed to get into conflict with a FEMA soldier who fired his weapon at him but blade remained unaffected and proceeded to kill the soldier. He is violent, yet gentle with you leaving you stuck in a position of whenever he's gonna kill you or not.

MYDEI

Mydei truly loves you and you also love him but unfortunately, your marriage with him didn't last long because he was killed one night while getting pastries from your favourite bakery as a fun way to surprise you. The killer remains unknown till this day, and it leaves you a wound in your heart unfinished as well as unfulfilled longing for his presence.

Your in-laws decided to let you stay over the Vila as a way to get away from everything that happens as a way to help you cope with your grief as well as a way to show their support towards you. Which has been helping you a lot, since there's a photo album of mydei that helps you rest better at night.

You are wary by the current situation of the world as well as for your loved ones, calling your in-laws and family to check in on them making sure they are okay as well as unharmed during this time of global crisis but recently you have been losing contact with your in-laws. You are capable of protecting yourself, mydei have taught you the basics of self defense as well as learning how to use a shotgun to defend yourself.

One day, during the night you accidentally let in a visitor with you–a fight starts between you and the visitor. Before it can cause any more harm, a large silhouette has entered through the living room door and killed the intruder... That silhouette belongs to you... Husband? The one that is dead.

Mydei manages to maintain his sense of identity yet isn't aware that he himself is a visitor or remember he is dead, he scolds you saying that he was worried about you and how he travelled around to find you. It seems that he also killed his parents, which is why you lose contacts. You tried to run but he pulled you back to his embrace, not letting you go from his grip– you lost him and now he is not willing to let you go.

FLINS

Flins was nothing more but a dear towards you, he was the lover you ever wanted in every lifetime. He was romantic giving you flowers every week, he is attentive towards your needs and sadness. Every time you are upset he can easily spot it and light your day up, he is like a moon that guides you through the darkness. Unfortunately, he sadly passed away a year due to hypothermia

His passing leaves a wound deep in you and a wave of loneliness. The life that you and him planned together has ended in over the past few months, you miss his touch and also his voice. You immediately cry when you realize you started to forget what he sounds like, you are in a dark place without your moon or the sense of hope.

Recently the changes of the world have you grow more isolated, the only companion you have was your cat. You would always double check whether or not that you lock the door as well as close to blinds to brush off the feeling of visitors coming in, making them believe the house is empty or abandoned.

One night, your cat decided to cause mischief and run out to the dark night. You immediately chase towards the last companion you have which is stupid but how are you supposed to cope, that cat was given to you by flins but now you are lost in the dark forest without anybody and a flash light that sooner or later loses its battery. When you were trying to navigate your way out, you unfortunately encountered a visitor and believed it was your last day and you silently accepted your fate.

But before the visitor could attack you, a cold hand covers your eyes protecting you from the sight that is happening. A familiar voice told you not to open your eyes until he allows it, and you obliged because the voice is similar towards flins. When you are finally allowed to open your eyes, you are met with the eyes of your dead beloved... Flins.

CHILDE

Childe or ajax has always been careless about his life which in the end cost him dearly, because he died due to it. He left you as a widow who has to watch your husband die because of his own desire for the thrill and you were forced to be a bystander which upsets and causes you to hate him. Was he not thinking about you, or was he even thinking in the first place.

The world has been changing recently, entities taking the form of your love have been coming and knocking your door wanting shelter with the intention of killing you, not to mention how resources have been scattered as well as how the weather has been dangerous to come off–causing you to suffer loneliness more.

You hated your husband's stupidity as well as careless nature, leaving you alone in this world. He truly did love you but he loves the feeling of danger more, he wants the feeling of adrenaline and not the feeling of security. He is simply unable to live the life of mundanity, because that's suffering for him.

One night, you hear the noise of window shattering and a person walking around. You prepared yourself to face your intruder but was met with the one and only ajax. Ajax immediately rushed towards you checking if you were infected as well as for any injuries, while you just stood there stunt.

Childe or ajax seems to be fully aware that is a visitor and he would not stop apologizing for everything, he's been nothing but a bad husband's to you and putting his needs about yours. He is caressing your face and his cold lips press against your cheek, he truly does miss you. Don't worry, he was given a second chance and he would use this time to protect you from the world.

ZHONGLI

Zhongli was consultant for a funeral but was unfortunately killed by a grieving family member of one of his clients, he would simply just mind his business making sure everything is in line as well as proper for the client yet he was attacked for simply being there. He died the same day that his client was buried.

The family member that killed him was arrested but unfortunately no amount of years of that person's life is taken, it's simply not enough with the life that you and zhongli have planned and dream off. Every night you would dream of him, as well as hoping that it's a bad night mare.

Hu tao and Xiao are your adoptive kids so you are struggling a lot protecting them as well as keeping a wall for yourself not to mention ever since the changes of the world and how the government advised everyone to stay indoors it seems as if nowhere is safe for your children and you. You often have to keep vigilance as well as advising your kids to not open the door.

Recently, hu tao has been jumping around and saying that daddy is Alive which is not true because your husband has already been dead. You didn't think much, thinking it was a way for hu tao to cope but by Xiao reaction you don't know whether or not hu tao is lying or not...

He muses, but you're far from the mood to banter back. With a soft sigh escaping your lips, you step closer and return to the latches on his belt.

You look at the buckles and loops in front of you like a kid facing their first math quiz - unsteady and unprepared. Of all the fine clothing Nod Krai had to offer, your lover just had to be wearing an intricate maze out of leather and metal.

"Perhaps you are in need of some assistance?"

Flins eyes you with a teasing glint in his eyes, he rather enjoys it when you're determined. Though, he believes he derives more enjoyment seeing you squirm under pressure as well.

He wont ever voice those thoughts, of course, you'd bark right in his face if that were the case.

Well, not that he'd even complain about the barking - he finds even that part of you rather adorable.

"I'm fine"

You stood there with your eyes fixed soley on the first hurdle you believed would lead you... well, somewhere. It was like building a set of furniture without an instruction manual; you hated every part of this, but you were determined to succeed.

You try at it in every possible way, but it leads you no where. In the end you close your eyes to take a moment for yourself - you were hot headed, but you didnt want to back down today. You needed to wipe that grin off his face.

When you open your eyes, you imagine yourself wearing Flins' clothes. How would you possibly put it on in the first place...

"Giving up already?"

Your eye twitches and you give him a venomous smile, he was breaking your visualisation and concentration.

"I'm improvising... shut up"

"Oh?" He gasps in a mockery that makes you huff, "how bold of you"

Its not working.

"Why is this so clunky anyway?" You mutter under your breath in attempt to sooth yourself from the bubbling annoyance of it all. You tug and pull at the middle buckle.

"Its made to fit battling the Wild Hunt" your lover responds quite factually, you cant help but grunt in return.

"Well I'm not the Wild Hunt, am I?"

"Mn that you are not" he chuckles, sealing his lips from adding that you do have the same fight as the Wild Hunt, however.

When the middle buckle you've been pulling at, tightens, both you and Flins pause.

"Ah... I believe, you made it worse"

"I did not" you snap as he shakes his head silently, tutting softly, his gloved fingers passing over the buckle you were once working on.

You feel awful, you could have suffocated him just now with how tightly you pulled on it.

"Hm... you definitely did sweetheart"

Your expression turns into one of a small abandoned puppy - Flins knows well that this is completely unintentional on your part, but he cant help but soften.

All in one moment, you've completely dimmed down.

With a small sigh, Flins leans in to kiss your forehead. You can feel his breath tingle on your skin as his fingers lace onto yours, dragging your palm down his waist and to the latch on the side. You hadn't even noticed there was one there till now...

"This one first, okay?"

Hot, flushed and bothered, your fingers shake at the touch of the cool metal. You could feel his gentle gaze pooling with adoration, staring down at you- you try to ignore it and focus on the answer he's given you.

"Thank you" you mumble out, shy and embarrassed all of a sudden - every bit of fire you once had has left your voice completely.

That is, till you see the first belt fall from his devastatingly small waist.

You look to Flins with wide and eager eyes, a spark of joy finally finding your expression.

Flins smiles softly, his gloved palms sprawling at the back of your neck to pull you into a chaste kiss. Thankfully, you're in a lighter mood to kiss him back - truly, he's thanking the stars you're still in the mood to play when he's been relentlessly teasing you all this time.

"You can handle the other one yourself, yes?" Flins whispers into your lips before pecking at it once more, his eyes crinkle cutely as he watches your lips turn upward.

You scoff sourly and roll your eyes at the man, pushing him back lazily before your fingers return back to the second belt. Your lover chuckles at the return of your regular self, stubborn and haughty.

Just how he likes you.

chuu's note: what's up every body and welcome BACK to my channel! anyways I'm back at it with stubborn mc (ahem, sandrone inspired) for flins because this is exactly where he wants to be!

also no i did not bother looking at his belt in detail i just know he's wearing some complicated system that only he knows how to unbuckle and thats why i made this lmao.

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after that, he wasn't too interested in those drunken debates anymore, laughing in earnest when asked – who is the most beautiful in mondstadt? sometimes he says rosaria just to tease her when she's around, other times, he says barbatos for the heck of it.

"fools, all of you!" varka slams his pint of dandelion wine down the table, brows furrowed in irritation, "my wife is the sweetest and most beautiful lady there is! how blind can you be to suggest anyone else?" his voice booms all throughout the tavern, making people turn their heads.

"u-uh but grandmaster, let's be realistic here, you—"

the poor guy is now being glared at by the grandmaster of mondstadt, a living legend, a knight recognized by the great wolf boreas and the anemo archon – a smitten, wife-loving, hunk of a man who's willing to forgo all dignity in order to defend his wife's honor.

varka clicks his tongue, and it quickly shuts the soldier up, knowing who he's against but it's too late to stop when varka suddenly speaks up again:

"realistic, you say? you sayin' my wife ain't gorgeous, that it?"

older, veteran soldiers are now looking at the new recruit with pity in their eyes. they've known their grandmaster for years, have fought alongside him, and are even willing to lay their lives for him, so if they know one thing about varka, it's that you never speak negatively about his wife. don't even dare imply it.

a loyal dog may bark but a smitten one will bite.

"that's not it, sir!" the young soldier quickly tries to make amends, stuttering in the process but the only response he got was a small huff from varka.

the other soldiers circle around their table, snickering to each other, "now, now, you know your wife is never included in these kinda' stuff. we wouldn't dare speak of the grandmaster's beloved that way."

"damn right, she's above these petty discussions! AHAHAHAHA!"

he's actually hopeless when it comes to you.

a truly unorthodox man, he is. hard to understand but terrifyingly easy to trust and admire. adored by many despite his ruffian-like demeanor. a slacker yet somehow the most reliable knight there is in the people's eyes. a person of contrasting qualities.

varka of mondstadt is said to be a 'man amongst men', chivalry comes to him like second nature and his list of admirers could fill the favonius library's record book, literally.

but they're in tough luck, the grandmaster only has eyes for you after all. it is no secret how smitten the oh-so-great knight of boreas, varka is for his wife.

no one even tries to approach him with romantic intentions anymore after he's made it very clear where he stands, which is forever next to you. many women, early on in both of your relationship, have tried to swoon and seduce him but they're met with very firm rejections. if there's anything he's strict about, it's this. and he expects the same treatment others give him with you, meaning if someone ever tried flirting or oh lord barbatos – make you leave him, they're getting the harshest talk ever, from varka and the people of mondstadt. 'cause the vendors are your biggest fans after all. though just him would probably be enough, do you know how scary varka is when he's serious? it's more than enough to make a grown man cry.

that's only if you can't handle it or the person is too persistent and you might actually hurt whoever this is. varka's there as a middle man, and hey if he pushes a little too hard while trying to create some distance between the two of you, who's to say it's not a complete accident? he's not exactly a saint of patience, particularly when your safety and comfort is compromised. he isn't the grandmaster of the knights of favonius for nothing.

he's like an obedient angel towards you though, if the angel was over six foot and had a frame huge enough to become an umbrella during hot days.

like a dog wagging it's tail, he beams immediately when he sees your figure from afar. suddenly, he's standing despite jean's protests and kaeya's exasperation, jumping out the window (even though he's on the third floor) and jogging over to you.

"hon! over here!"

you try to walk faster, hoping you heard wrong. because if you did, that means varka is slacking off again and you have to force him to go back to jean, lest she actually pops a blood vessel this time.

"hey don't ignore me!" he catches up to you in no time, barely even taking twelve steps before making it to your side.

you look up at his hulking figure, "go back to work. jean looks about ready to drop dead. or drop you dead." you can spot her angry expression from here, shouting a stern 'grandmaster varka!' but varka pretends to be deaf, focusing on you.

"puh-lease!" he scoffs, laughing boisterously with hands on his hips, "jean dropping dead, hah! you're hilarious. that girl's tough as nails! plus, those look heavy – ah, here let me.."

varka takes your shopping bags from you, carrying three bags in one hand while he interwines his other with yours.

"cookin' up a storm, huh?" varka glances at the ingredients in the bag: some vegetables, fruits, spices, and heavy cuts of meat. no doubt for him and his big carnivorous appetite.

he's smiling in that gooey, lovesick, way again. varka has always been a smiley person, but with you, it was more of a devoted sort of smile – one with less teeth and more wobbly, licked, lips where he gets an itch to scream ' i love you ' on the top of his lungs – letting it echo all throughout teyvat to make sure everyone knew.

eh, he does the same thing anyways with the way he chatters about you to every person he's met. talks and talks and talks until the people are listless, for hours if he could.

he escorts you home, hand in hand. cuts the vegetables as you get the stove started. sings a tune of windchimes and cliffs in that raspy tone of his while he helps with the peeling and heavy work, places chaste kisses on your cheek while you giggle.

jean can't get too mad at that, but she can at least nag varka until his ears fall off.

varka hates writing, hates paperwork all together. can't even stand the sight of paper in the office, always dreading the mountains of it stacked on his desk.

he'd rather be out fighting monsters, training recruits, or having a drink at angel's share. there are a million better things to do than boring ol' paperwork, like bothering people and smothering you with his love. he really, reeeally hates writing!

but he loves you.

he only likes writing when it's to his beloved. it's rare for the grandmaster to actually smile whenever he picks up a pen, usually he does so with a grimace. scowling like a petulant child while he twirls the pen in his hand, sighing every second while he stares at the documents on his desk. however. . .

it's different with you, it always is.

fredwinn is looking at the grandmaster with a suspicious and concerned gaze, it's really odd to see him so happy. . .

while writing.

he's getting weirded out, enough to ask others why such a massive and well-known loafer is actually writing with so much delight his smile looks about ready to split his face. he's met with small knowing grins and giggles from the other soldiers instead. he'll figure it out soon, they say.

he takes a peek over at what varka's writing, met with over two pages of words, small doodles of things they've fought in the margins of the paper – and how the hell is it colored? did he seriously buy crayons just for this? it's badly drawn though if he were to be honest, looks like a child made it. but the amount of words written baffle him, he's never seen the grandmaster write this much.

sure, it's starting to look a bit like chicken scratch because of how fast and how much he's writing but varka's never been one to be happy while writing something – he barely even wrote! like at all. even if he did, he usually made others do it in his stead. the man's great at fighting but he's not exactly a sit in a chair and write reports sort of guy.

perhaps long expeditions change people.

or, maybe he's an idiot who rambles too much in his letters – as long as they're addressed to you. fredwinn soon learns of this after a while, spotting the name of the recipitent in every letter, always followed by a heart. because varka's sappy like that.

varka loves you to the point of blatant favoritism, although he's never been strict with his soldiers, he does dish out punishments when needed. makes sure they learn their lesson too, 'cause what kinda grandmaster would he be if he doesn't?

you could never do wrong though, simply not a concept that exists in that empty head of his.

his wife made a mistake? ah, no biggie, he'll take care of it. you accidentally set the favonius headquarters on fire? oh no! don't worry, he'll handle it, just make sure to get to safety. you ripped his coat to shreds while washing? haha! so funny, anyways did you hear what razor learned today? that's right, its how to write yours and varka's name! isn't that so cool?

you can slack of more than him and he'd still call you the most hardworking person he's ever met. you could never ever do wrong in varka's eyes, it's like telling him the sky is brown or alcohol is bad.

. . .wait, you hid the alcohol? honey, dont be like that! he'll cry, seriously.

you're an exception to many things, and for a good reason, a simple yet profound reason, and also the main reason he fell in-love with you in the first place: it's you. beyond being his wife, his other-half, and varka's closest confidant – you are you, that in itself is already enough for varka, even without the prior accolades.

with both of your legs entwined with each other, your face in his chest as you rest on his bicep. it feels like a rock is under the side your head from how firm his muscles are, but you've gotten used to it, now it just reminds you of home.

because varka is home, and you'd never get homesick if he's around.

"does it not bother you?" he hums, chin propped on your head. you can feel the rumble in his chest when he speaks, makes your head all woozy and sleepy. being surrounded by his scent relaxes your tired body, and you let your eyes clos in response.

"what do you mean?" you ask, nuzzling in his chest further, his clothes smell freshly laundered, with that familiar detergent that you use.

varka keeps quiet for a few seconds, wondering if he should even say anything, "the way they address you as 'grandmaster's wife' instead of your name."

you can only mumble an answer, something varka can't quite catch but he assumes the worst.

he sets a small kiss on your forehead, wrapping you in his arms, "i'll tell them to stop, don't worry."

finally, you jolt awake, "no, no! it's really okay, i don't mind it."

varka looks at you with a complicated expression, finding it hard to believe.

"i like it...being called your wife, being known as yours." you flush, hiding your face. honestly, whenever people greet you in the market as 'grandmaster's wife' or 'varka's lady', it makes you giddy, heart-racing like a girl being teased about her crush.

the people don't mean anything malicious, you know that much and he knows too but it makes you grateful that he's still asking how you feel about it. always so considerate, treating your heart like porcelain. varka's like that, you're pretty sure his worst nightmare is making you upset.

varka has been completely quiet for a few seconds now but you can hear the loud thump, thump, thump of his heart within embrace. you don't have to look at him to know he's just as, if not more, flustered than you.

"alright, if you say so." he buries his face in your neck, curling in himself to be much closer to you.

"i really like it too, when they call me your husband. gets me all happy, y'know?" he mumbles gruffly.

you already know that, because he goes beet red whenever the vendors tease him. it's really obvious. but he's always been obvious with his devotion, you love that about him.

varka loves you, he's loud and clumsy with it but who cares? that just comes with the package.