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For the rest of the cast, I think their reactions would vary.

If they were also able to hear you then perhaps they would (similar to the traveler) also see you as a god in the beginning. However, if they couldn't hear you, then they'd likely see you as an extension of the Traveler in the beginning before they saw how useful your extensive knowledge of the lore was. Which would peak their interest, how does one get to be so knowledgable??

Alternatively, I think you'd have characters who are interested in you because of the fact that you are a descender (not from Teyvat and not in the Leylines). Maybe this means that the Archons (and other beings) sense that in you and keep a closer watch on you.

The Fatui keeping tabs on you because the Tsaritsa wants to know more about you and how your knowledge can serve her cause

Dain and the Abyss being interested in you because you remain unaffected by abyssal corruption and even know what the hilichurls truly are (which is noteworthy)

Bonus to the last bullet: Abyss sibling seeking you out to question you about your motives with their sibling and teyvat as a whole

The other Archons seeking you out if you enter their nation under the guise of seeing the traveler again. They simply wish to understand who you are, two descenders at one time?

I think the extensions of the Archons would be more outward about their curiosity (and borderline initial hostility). Think Xiao, Yae Miko, and Wanderer. I think they'd be both curious and wary (obv they'd all have different responses, but they'd be defensive of their Archon).

With this though I will say there is a difference between curiosity and reverence. They most certainly know that you're a human and can die, but you are also very very interesting because of your knowledge of the lore and the fact that you're a descender.

Mydei stopped cleaning his spear. Phainon lifted his gaze up from his book. The two men exchanged a look from across the room. Neither spoke. 

Then finally, Mydei rolled his eyes. “I’m not answering that.” 

“Baby if you’re bored we could take a walk out in town together.” Phainon took your hand in his, entwining your fingers together. 

Phainon brought you to a lovely restaurant while Mydei ordered all your favorite dishes. They succeeded in distracting you for the rest of the evening.

Unfortunately for them, your curiosity remained unsatisfied.

The next morning began like any other morning. You woke up, enjoyed breakfast together. Then you kissed them both on the cheek and wished them a good day ahead as they left to fulfill their Chrysos Heirs duties. 

Both men heaved a sigh of relief as they stepped out of the house. The last time you had asked a rhetorical question—

"If I was dying and you had to kiss another girl to save me, would you do it?"

Neither answer satisfied you. The silent treatment that followed lasted for an entire week. It was a week neither man wished to relive.

Having successfully survived your latest hypothetical question, both men had assumed that the worst was behind them.

They were wrong. The house was suspiciously quiet. It was strange not having you ambush them at the door with a hug the moment they stepped inside.

“y/n?” 

No response.

Mydei immediately tensed, his sharp gaze sweeping across the room.

The front door was still locked. Nothing appeared disturbed. Yet something felt wrong.

“y/n?” Mydei called out again.

Silence.

The valuables remained untouched and your belongings were exactly where you had left them. Your clothes were neatly folded in the drawers. The jewelry they had gifted you sat atop your vanity. Even your bag still hung by the door.

“Baby?” Phainon stepped further into the house. A bright purple bottle with no labels sat on the coffee table. His gaze fell to the worm beside it and he froze. “Mydei!” Panic rose as he lifted the bottle up to his nose. The putrid smell had him gagging. 

“What is that?” Mydei pointed to the suspicious bottle. “It smells dangerous.”

Phainon's gaze drifted from the bottle back to the worm beside it. A horrible thought crossed his mind.

“y/n?” The worm wiggled. The two men exchanged questioning looks. 

“y/n?” The worm wiggled again. 

“...”

“...”

“It moved.”

“Yeah, I can see that.”

“If I turned into a worm would you still love me?” The memory hit them like a freight train.

The next hour was complete chaos, as the two listed questions that neither could answer.

How could the potion's effects be reversed?

What was the lifespan of a worm?

Could worms recognize their loved ones?

Most importantly, where was the worm going? 

The tiny creature had somehow escaped the coffee table and was inching closer and closer towards the door. 

“She's making a break for it!” Phainon lunged. “Careful!” Mydei nearly tackled him to the ground. “You almost stepped on her!”

“I did not!” Phainon huffed. 

“You absolutely did!” Carefully Mydei scooped the worm up into his hands. “I've got you.”

Day 1

A day later, the worm was absolutely thriving in its new habitat.

Filled with moist soil, vegetable peelings, a custom throne and a knitted blanket, it was significantly more luxurious than most homes in Okhema.

“Don't you think that's a bit much?” Phainon pointed at the bright red crystal throne sitting proudly in the center of the glass habitat.

“She's my princess, she deserves it.” 

Phainon glanced at the knitted blanket that he had personally made.

“She does deserve nothing but the best.”

Day 2

“Alright baby, what do you want for dinner?” Phainon carefully placed the worm on the dining table so the three of you could still eat together like usual. “The decaying apple or the lettuce?”

“You know,” Mydei said as he stirred the pot, “if you were human, you'd be having homemade dumpling soup tonight.” 

The worm stopped moving. Phainon immediately glared at him.

“Stop it.”

“What?”

“You're upsetting her.”

The worm continued to remain perfectly still.

“Look, she's devastated.”

Day 3 

“If she remains a worm...”

“Don't.” Phainon glanced at the mountain of books scattered across the floor. “We'll find a solution.”

“We need to be realistic.”

Mydei tapped gently against the glass of the habitat. The worm wiggled in response.

Silence settled between them. 

For a moment, neither spoke.

They watched as the worm burrowed into the soil, completely unbothered by the crisis unfolding around it.

"...Should we enlarge her habitat?"

“Probably. She'll need more room to grow.”

A pause.

“Would the wedding ring go around her middle?”

Phainon stared at him. Then he glanced at the worm. A horrible realization struck him. How were they supposed to walk down the aisle without accidentally stepping on you?

“...I hadn't considered that.”

“I'll speak to a goldsmith tomorrow.”

“You think they make rings for worms?”

“I think they're about to.”

Day 4

“Mydei!!!”

Bursting out of the bathroom with soap suds still in his hair and a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, Mydei nearly slipped as he ran into the hall. 

“I can't find y/n!” Phainon was as pale as a sheet of paper as he crawled out from under the bed. 

“I told you to keep the lid close.”

“I took her out. She looked bored and I only turned around for a while.”

The two of them tore the entire house apart. Not a single inch was left unchecked.

“I found her!” There was the worm, taking an afternoon nap behind a flowerpot. Phainon heaved a sigh of relief. “I should have known. She loved flowers.”

Very carefully, Phainon scooped the worm into his hands. “Young lady, if you run away again you're grounded.” The worm wiggled. 

Mydei frowned as he watched the one sided conversation. “You've been hogging her.”

Phainon instinctively curled his fingers a little closer around the worm. 

“I have not.”

“When was the last time that I got to hold her?”

“Yesterday? For a whole good three minutes.”

“You timed it?”

“I have a schedule.”

“You made a schedule?”

“It helps us split our time fairly. Since y/n can't actually tell us whose palm she prefers.”

Mydei stared at him in disbelief. At that moment the worm wiggled off Phainon’s hand and inched its way closer to Mydei. 

“Missed me, haven't you?”

Mydei smirked. Phainon pouted.

Day 5

“Fresh air is important.”

“No.”

“But she hasn't left the house since…”

“No.”

“She's probably tired of staring at the same old scenery."

“No.”

Phainon carefully lifted the worm out from its habitat.

Mydei was already regretting this as he tagged along. 

The two of them sat outside beneath the shade of a large tree. Birds chirped peacefully overhead.

The worm appeared content. 

“See?” Phainon smiled. “She likes it.”

The worm wiggled.

“She agreed with me.”

“She absolutely did not.”

The worm continued inching across Phainon's palm.

A shadow passed overhead.

Neither noticed, both engrossed with the wiggling worm.

The shadow grew larger and larger. 

Then suddenly—

A blur of black feathers shot down from the sky. In the blink of an eye, the worm was gone.

Phainon stared at his empty palm.

Mydei stared at his empty palm.

The crow soared off into the distance with something dangling from its beak. Something pink and small. Something very worm-shaped.

“No no no.”

The words came out as little more than a whisper. As Phainon’s brain struggled to process what had just happened. 

“NO!”

Phainon took off running with Mydei following close behind. 

“Mydei!”

“I see it!”

The chase that followed would later be described by witnesses to Aglaea as a deeply concerning behavior for members of the esteemed Chrysos heir. 

A flock of birds scattered. A vegetable cart overturned. A kissing couple was knocked apart.

Several citizens were forced to leap out of the way. But none of it mattered to them. The bird had y/n. They had to get the worm back no matter the cost. 

“GET BACK HERE!”

“STOP THIS INSTANT!”

The crow continued flying, completely unbothered by the two men screaming after it from the streets below. 

Three hours later.

They had lost the crow.

Silence hung heavily in the house.

Neither man spoke.

The glass habitat sat empty on the table. The tiny throne remained untouched. The knitted blanket folded neatly in the corner. Phainon stared blankly at the enclosure.

“We failed her.”

Mydei closed his eyes.

“We did.”

“We were supposed to keep her safe.”

“It wasn't your fault. I should have insisted..”

“I had one job.”

Phainon’s voice cracked as his throat tightened. Mydei stared up at the ceiling, willing his tears not to fall. If he started crying too, neither of them would recover from this. 

Silence returned.

Then they heard the sound of the door opening. Both men froze. Slowly. Very slowly. They turned around.

There you stood at the doorway. Slurping on a cup of milk tea. Unharmed and perfectly alive. 

“B-baby?”

“Hi I'm–” You paused, frowning at their teary red eyes. “Wait, are you two crying?”

Then you noticed the huge glass habitat on the coffee table. "And we've got a new pet?”

It took a whole lot of comforting and reassurance that you were alive and well before you managed to dig out the full story from both men.

“You both thought I was a worm for four days?!”

“Five days...” Phainon muttered, his face turning redder by the second.

“The evidence seemed compelling,” Mydei said defensively. The words sounded less convincing the second time around.

“What evidence?” You looked from Mydei to Phainon and back again. “Grandma fell sick so I left in a hurry and forgot to tell you about it.”

This was getting more confusing by the minute. You wondered if you'd somehow stumbled into an alternate universe where you had, in fact, become a worm.

Both men pointed at the purple bottle simultaneously.

“Oh.” You blinked. “That was a sample drink from the store downtown. They were still working on the packaging.”

“B-but the liquid smelled terrible!”

“It probably went bad.” You shrugged. “It was supposed to be refrigerated.”

Silence.

Mydei slowly turned to look at Phainon.

Phainon slowly turned to look at Mydei.

Neither spoke.

“In my defense, you agreed with me without questioning it.”

Myedi pinched the bridge of his nose. “Don't.”

The tension in the room was palpable. Mydei was holding back the overwhelming urge to strangle the man beside him and then himself.

Phainon, meanwhile, was dying of embarrassment from the sheer stupidity of the entire situation.

But none of that seemed to matter to you. Your eyes widened. A grin slowly spread across your face.

“Aww. So you would love me even if I turned into a worm!”

.

.

.

Later that night, two pairs of strong arms surrounded you as the three of you lay in bed.

Neither man had been willing to let you out of their sight for the entire day.

The house was peacefully quiet when your curiosity got the better of you again. 

“But if I had turned into a snail—”

Phainon leaned over and kissed you before you could finish your sentence. 

On your other side, Mydei tightened his grip around your waist, pressing a trail of kisses against your neck.

“Sugar girl~”

And what are these nicknames?? Okay, yes, it always starts tame, like you lovingly address each other as ‘darling’ or ‘beloved’, as he would expect of a couple, but as the evening progresses and transforms into the night, it gets wild and beyond his imagination. ‘Hottie Hottersen’? ‘Future Grandmaster Yummy’?? What are even those???

“Do you want a sip of my drink, my Unhinged Queen?”

“I’d be delighted, my Horseless Knight~”

Celestia above, give him patience. Yes, patience, because if the skies gave him strength, Diluc would send Kaeya flying straight to where his horses are - which is conveniently so very far away from his tavern.

You? You are good, he likes you. It’s not your fault, the redhead is convinced that the Cavalry Captain’s (horseless haha– ahem, okay, that’s actually funny) antics have long rubbed on onto you. His future sister-in-law can never do anything wrong on her own accord.

“Hey, Diluc, do you mind mixing another one for me and my Kissing King who holds the keys to the treasure chamber that is my heart?”

…maybe he should go back on his last statement. Holy church of Barbatos, and here he is trying to defend you to his own mind, could’ve helped him a little.

“...Sure.”

“What’s wrong, Diluc?” You blink, confused, but the slight worry in your voice doesn’t escape his attention. “Long shift? I don’t mean to sound offensive, but you don’t look really well.”

“Yeah, you look like you’ve swallowed something very unsavory and then saw a bunch of Fatui soldiers,” Kaeya smirks, lowering the now empty glass and sliding it to the side. Then he plants his elbow on the counter and puts his chin on the palm, half turning to you. To Diluc’s horror he opens his mouth, undoubtedly in preparation to spew another crazy nickname.

He can’t handle this anymore.

“Glad to know you classify yourself as ‘unsavory’ and ‘a bunch of Fatui soldiers’, Kaeya,” the tavern owner deadpans, but there is hardly conveyed desperation behind his blank tone. “Could you please stop?”

“Stop what?” You blink, even more confused, glancing between the two men. Your lover chuckles, reaching out his unoccupied hand and gently running the fingertips up your cheek.

“My brother means to say,” he tucks the strand of loose hair behind your ear and then boops your nose, “that he is fed up with our flirting, shmoopsie.”

“...what is even this word?”

“But it’s not our fault his sorry ass is single, right, pirate booty?”

“First of all, don’t assume things - you have no proof of whether I’m courting someone or not,” the redhead pinches the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes for a brief moment, and somehow misses how Kaeya puffs up his chest and does a silly gesture with his hand, mouthing ‘courting’ mockingly, making you giggle. “Second of all,” he picks up the ingredients for your drinks, “I’m bewildered by the terms of endearment you two use, if they even can be called that. You sound like you are trying to insult each other.”

“Listen, you don’t beat your bachelor allegat– ow!”

“Silence, love,” you nudge his side with an elbow, sending your friend an apologetic look. Alright, he likes you again. “Sorry, Diluc, I tend to forget that you are used to the things that are more…”

“Old-fashioned?” Kaeya snickers and then immediately yelps, when you dig the sharp edge of your arm firmer into his ribs.

“I wanted to say chivalrous,” you roll your eyes halfheartedly. “We are not trying to insult each other, trust me. Simply testing the capability of our imagination.”

“...uh-huh,” he hums, not quite convinced, but having accepted the strange way your brain works. Then he slides your glasses forward.

For a couple minutes the air between you three is filled with a comfortable silence. You suck on the straw happily, having leaned onto your boyfriend’s shoulder, as he’s wrapped an arm around yours, sipping on his own drink. Diluc has busied himself with washing glasses and then an order for two tables on the second floor, temporarily taking off his mind from the verbal nonsense-filled duel his two patrons had minutes prior.

He doesn’t even react when they start whispering among each other.

“He’s hilarious, isn’t he?” the knight murmurs into your hair, not wasting an opportunity to kiss your temple.

“Way to tell me you’ve specifically been choosing his shifts and these exact stools to occupy,” snorting, you bring down your half-empty glass. “When did you notice his peculiar reaction to our sweet-talking?”

“Mmm… two months ago when we stopped by the winery to bring Adelinde the souvenirs we got in Sumeru and he happened to be there too. He was visibly cringing, especially when I was calling you ‘my favorite heatstroke’ and ‘the one who lives in my bones’. To the first one he looked like he was offended for your honor, and to the second he was blinking ridiculously like an owl.

“Wow, how weirdly specific. But I’m sure I said some…stuff too, so it’s on both of us.”

“You know me, always paying attention to any moment you are involved in, snowflake,” he winks - well, you think he does - and salutes you with his glass. You can’t help but smile, responding in kind.

“I’m touched, it’s like I am dating the embodiment of romance.”

“Obviously. Why else would Donna take notes every time we are exchanging our cute loving petnames?’

“What.”

Oh, looks like Diluc is back to being the participant of your conversation. And, honestly, you start to feel kinda sorry for him - you can’t say you’ve ever seen so many shades of distress on his face in the span of just one hour.

Of course, Kaeya is going to end him.

“Didn’t you know?” your boyfriend is blinking in such feigned surprise, that would’ve gone perfectly with a loud gasp. “Okay, then listen. I accidentally stumbled upon her notebook a week ago. Left it open on the bench next to the Cat’s Tail - I had to check the contents to find out to whom it belonged. And ooooh boy, she’s been diligent. Moreover, she actually upgraded some of them! For example–”

Alright, a mental note to avoid Donna if she ever gets a partner. Like, good for her, splendid even.