#ch.bennett

Aether, and the Support Puppy.

─ This new world that they’ve transported to is certainly interesting to say the least. Who knew there were all sorts of hybrids in Teyvat, unique and intriguing in their own ways, his golden hawk eyes lay upon someone: a little lonesome puppy. His team is in need of more members, and he decides you’ll do fine even without a vision. Unfortunate. For you that is, your role in this flourishing party is a mere placeholder, a meat shield, bait. With no experience in cooking, healing, or combat, you’ll sit on your fluffy tail patiently waiting for them to finish their business. It’s the least you can offer: to not be a bother. You don’t seem to mind however, oblivious to their silly shenanigans.

─ His teammates often wonder what was the point of bringing deadweight to the team. You don’t do anything but yap their ears off about some random subject they could care less about, smiling bitterly in response. What was Aether planning? Seriously. But he reckons quite fondly that would never be the case. You’re the life of the party, a breath of fresh air.. you’re his pretty pet! That expensive collar adorned around your neck is proof enough, costs him two glistening crowns and mountains of mora, further putting pressure on them for thinking about their teammate this way. How could they be so cruel? It’s not like you’re holding them back from their goal. They should not use petty excuses for their dislike towards you.

─ Being a proclaimed hero is exhausting, sucks the energy right out of him. Sometimes he just wants to let go of these burdensome tasks, enjoy a day or two without responsibilities, and spend time with you at his own pace. His sister can afford to wait a little longer. Aether knows the journey to reuniting with Lumine will take a while, if not a couple of dreadful months. Maybe she’d grow fond of you too when the chance arrives. They have the same taste in darlings, they’re twins after all. But as of now, you’ll be jubilant at his side like the good pet he’s conditioned you to be overtime. And no one will ever take you away from him.

01. Submission

“Who’s my pretty baby?”

His gloved fingers are clutched under your chin, prompting you to look at him as he coos a little too sweetly for someone’s taste. Enviously long blonde eyelashes fluttering in the night, a stark contrast from the everlasting dark surrounding Mondstadt. It’s just the two of you around a temporary campfire that crackles life, the rest finding solace in a small tavern nearby.

Aether seemed insistent that a humble tent would be a more fitting option for tonight. A sense of privacy and space from everyone, a time where star-crossed lovers can rewind and distress in each other’s loving embrace. Who were you to disagree? His youthful appearance is a faux. He knows a lot better than most, knowledge and age preceding hundreds of years, but they don’t want to believe that. They think he is simply a reckless teenager with no clear understanding for this world, indulging in ignorance. Although there are some instances that has them questioning these biased impressions.

After all, no being can be this skilled at everything.

“I.. I am,” you whisper, unsure. 

Is this the right answer?

You don’t want to accidentally say the wrong thing. You don’t want to disappoint him at all. You want love talk. You want praise, fake and all. 

You want him to feel vehemently proud of you, but for what exactly?

His teammates were right. What can you do, for him?

He smiles sweetly. A little too sweet as he bends down slightly to press a doting kiss onto the temple of your forehead earning a small whine. Adorable little thing you are, still aren’t confident even when being smothered in his slobbering affection from head-to-toe. That wasn’t his intention, the quite opposite of it,  actually. But since you’ve always been so obedient for him, then there is no issue. In fact, this part of you is endearing. So endearing that he has an overwhelming urge to bully you into tears.

“Open your mouth, puppy.” An eager finger prods against your lips despite him asking, no demanding, and you do. 

He takes advantage the moment your mouth opens ajar, stuffing it with two large fingers. Drool starts pooling, slipping uncontrollably down your lips. You can’t keep it from slobbering all over him and it makes you want to dig up a hole and die out of embarrassment.

You don’t, regrettably, enduring the shame as long as it pleases Aether.

The coarse leather of his glove rub against your pink tongue as he swirls his digits around it, feeling the warmth prickling through the material. You staring up at him with the most innocent, glistering eyes he’s ever discovered - never losing the spark.

“You’ve been such a good girl lately,” his free hand slowly trails down to the hems of your shorts, “I think.. it’s about time I reward you properly.”

Albedo, and the Curious Cat.

─ Your very existence is already curious enough. There is no doubt that you are still human, that part he can tell. But more observations calls when he realizes the similarities you have to a domesticated kitty cat. Your ears are not only an accessory, he notes: they cave in to the slightest touch of his warm hands, purring contently to yourself. And your lively tail: highly sensitive, even grazing it slightly makes you jump in fright. How interesting. How intriguing. He plans to conduct experiments with you for the rest of his life, not that you’d catch on or take the time to care. Not if every need and want is being provided for you.

─ You are painfully unaware of these guinea pig intentions, too busy enjoying the time of your life being lavished in affection because no one has ever showed you this much love. Spoiled you are. Refusing everyone’s kindness but his. The favoritism is apparent and he loves the bias that flows madly in your blood. It tells him that you love him without the telling. It shows him that you still care for him despite not admitting, this is all he could really ask from you which is not much. 

─ Another thing he adores is your blossoming curiosity. It can kill the cat, but there is no need to be frightened over everything. Isn’t that why Albedo is here? To help you on your endeavors in learning about our constantly changing world, to keep you grounded and loose at the same time - thinking you are free when you are not. An illusion if you will. This is for your sake because a cat cares about their sense of solitude and he’s not going to correct that thinking. You will find out soon enough who holds the real power. You can leave anytime you want. The doors are open. The opportunity is always there. No matter the  decision, you will find yourself at his front porch, ashamed and understandably abashed. 

The outside world is not meant for a lonely little cat.

02. Fascination

It was your mistake to ask an innocent question.

Hey Albedo, you say this out of nowhere, all curled up happily in his lap purring to yourself as he has his hands busied with a book containing theories, inquiries, and speculation, what is over-stimulation?

Your curiosity is sudden, but forever encouraged. Where could you have possibly heard of this, he ponders. Was it when he left you alone with that cavalry captain? Or was it that librarian.. Hanging around an indubitably bad influence is not something he’d wanted, but it happened. 

Whether the case may be, he’s happy to answer.

Although, why bother explaining when he can thoroughly show you, body and mind? People learn best through experience. After one or two loving sessions, you’ll be a veteran on this subject in later time. That is why you are currently strapped to a table with your legs spread wide open for easy access to everything, unable to cope with the all-too overbearing stimulation going on in your fluttering cunt - squirming, trying to break through these iron restraints because it is simply too much for you.

A dubious machine that he’s spent the time building for weeks on end is finally completed. A curious cat has bugged him enough, wondering what this weird invention’s purpose was. His reply was curt and cold, “You’ll see.”

And see you did.  

Now, it is propped right in front of the table, two foreign bodies invading the two of your most sensitive spots, the reason why you were an unraveled mess. Tears, snot, sweat streams fervently down your ruined face and onto your swollen lips, attempting to swallow down these moans.

“N-No - nyah ! No... no more, I’ll, I’ll die -”

Your toes curl up again, nearing your fifth orgasm as your body trembled sharply. Breathing heavily, wanting to catch a break but being unable to. The machinery is merciless - Albedo is, refusing to turn off or at least turn down the setting to a more appropriate speed.

He licks his lips.

Pen tucked in his meticulous fingers as he documents what is being displayed, palming the growing bulge through his shorts.

“The human body is durable. You can handle it a couple more times, I know you can.”

Bennett, and Bunny.

─ You are the first individual to willingly tag along his unfortunate-packed adventures, the second official member of the Bennett Adventure Guild! A sweet blessing brought down to earth, one who doesn’t see his bad luck as a bother, or at least not all of him. He might’ve mistaken you for an angel if it weren’t for the floppy ears and cotton ball tail, although that doesn’t count - you’re practically everything to him now. You’re more knowledgeable in cooking and medicine and he’s more versed in the scavenging and battling, doesn’t that make a wonderful team?

─ On the flip side, you are much more timid than he expected. He guesses it must be the nature of a rabbit, and that is no issue. In fact, that trait makes you even more precious to protect in his curious eyes. He swears it! You give him another meaning in life, another reason to fight back the cruel rumors surrounding him like a stubborn curse, which is unmistakably true. Someday, sometime, Bennett will find a cure to be rid of this stupid misfortune, settling down in a humble little village with you right after. What a dream. Still a bit faraway from now, but nowhere near impossible. He’s sure of it.

─ Evidently touchy. Uncomfortably so. Doesn’t help that you are already shy enough, cowering anytime he makes skin contact. Disappointing to say the least. Nevertheless, with time and a bit of exposure, eventually someone like you can get used to this treatment. A protective arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to showcase the passionate love between unyielding lovers; aggressive kisses that leave one breathless and desperate for air; everything affectionate. Bennett is all about showing appreciation through skinship, wanting to know more of both you and your body intimately.

03. Desire

“Um, B-Bennett..? Say.. Ah... do you need something?” 

His gaze darkens to an emerald gem that lost its shine, void of its innocence, hungry for another’s purity - and you’re the willing target. Face flushed, shutting your eyes tight feeling those gloved and surprisingly experienced fingers, tracing the silver necklace he’s gifted you around your petite neck. 

The bedazzle brings out a certain brightness in you, one that cannot be dampened. 

Your face heats up because not only was he touching you shamelessly, but his other sneaky hand cups the right cheek of your ass, giving it a firm squeeze as if to let those behind you know that you are off-limits. Bennett knows travelers too well. They want you. They want to taint you, to corrupt you from the inside and out - like him. 

Why else would they bother staring at you in silence?

You’re flustered. 

He was always like this. Wanting to keep a hand or more on you, wanting to feel your smooth skin against him. If it were behind close doors - in the privacy of a secluded home, then this wouldn’t be so strange. In fact, you’ll be eager to.

But you’re not. 

You’re sharing a fancy dinner at a local tavern, in a public environment. People can clearly see and hear the heated exchange going; customers lightly chattering amongst each other, the fireplace flickering, and low moans. Does Bennett not care about being discreet, or does he want them to know what he does to you?

“Nothing... You’re just really, really pretty.”

He leans a lot closer, too much for comfort. A short gasp leaves your lips. You already know that look in his eyes. Teeth nipping the outer shell of your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

He wants you.

Chongyun, and the Lost Puppy.

─ Cute... beyond cute. That you are, born in the land of declared freedom and finding yourself stranded all the way down South in prosperous Liyue. How bad were you with directions to end up here out of all places? Not that he minds, you would’ve never met him otherwise. Presenting himself as a lonesome exorcist from the mountains, on a journey to find purpose, and peace wherever in Teyvat. You’re enlightened! Where you came from, not much spirits haunt the villages, or anywhere to tell the truth. It is not a wonder that this young man seems interesting, wanting to tag along on his so-called trip to self-discovery, curious to how the process works.

Well, if you insist. Come along now, he isn’t waiting forever.

─ Still, your energy is tiresome. Reminds him of the theatrics Hu Tao pulls off in her free time.. minus the mischief, and Chongyun knows you truly mean well despite everything that conspires. He loves you, but goodness, you make him want to tear his hair out constantly. Anger shouldn’t exist within him. It’s risky in plenty of ways. Maybe you’re just playing around (with a dangerous game) like any other playful puppy. Perhaps you need someone else who’s equally as exuberant to calm down. He keeps telling himself this in order to not snap, and here you are baiting him with those long eyelashes. 

─ Then again, you’re clueless on this issue. He’s never properly warned you about his... unique condition. He didn’t feel the need to, not if it never happens. Chongyun tried his best to avoid such situation once you came along. Taking extra caution in eating extra cold food, passing you onto a trusty friend, Xingqiu, in case he feels a sense of danger ahead. Everything seemed to be going well which should’ve been a major red flag. As they say, communication is the key to a long healthy, prosperous relationship.

04. Danger

"No... [Name], you need to leave - right now.” Breath labored, Chongyun uses the remaining energy coursing through his body to shake you off. 

“B-But.. But, I don’t want to!”

You yammer. Being told to stray after from who was essentially your owner hurts, causes your tail to lower in shame, ears drooping but you stand your ground despite his command. Determination pulsates in your veins, a trait he’d come to love as much as he openly hates. 

“Last...” 

His head hurts. 

“... Chance,” he’s sneering, trying to scare you away as a last attempt.

Please... Leave.

It’s a solid warning. For your sake, your safety - he fears what will happen if his vision fades into darkness. He is a force to be reckoned with for he cannot be controlled whenever positive cognition takes effect. There is no time to inform you; there is no time for you to stand there helplessly like an idiot - praying, as if it’ll get anywhere. Even if there are archons, it hardly matters. They won’t bother answering, not when this situation could’ve been avoided.

“I’m… No, I can’t! I’m not leaving you!”

Before it’s too- 

Everything is starting to get hazy.

Late.

.

.

His eyes flutter open, slowly but surely and you’ve never been so relieved for him to wake up. You were so, so scared. If he didn’t respond then you wouldn’t have known what to do. Find help, call desperately for a passerby, hope for the best. There’s only so much a pet can do, and that makes you realize what little contribution you were in his world.

“... Yun!” 

He’s quiet. Too quiet.

“Yun...?”

Something is off.

“[Name].. I’m so happy you’re here!”

That tone in his voice, that dark flicker in his eyes; this wasn’t him. Who is this, you’re intimidated by the sudden glee and change in personality, scrambling backwards with your hands, bottom and feet but you don’t make it that far, this is not Chongyun. Or at least the part you weren’t familiar with.

The ends of his mouth breach for a wicked grin, inching closer, no room for you to scamper away.

“Eh?” He tilts his head, “Why are you moving away?”

He is at fault,

but you’ll pay anyways.

Tartaglia, and the Lured Cat.

─ He’s stumbled upon you on his daily excursions, during work, chilling outside on the porch purring underneath the shade. Your pale grey ears catch his attention, and the harbringer can’t help asking if he can pet them. He’s off-duty! Why? Well the real question has to be why not. Hybrids aren’t too common in Snezhnaya. Some live among Liyue, coexisting with their human compatriots in peace. Although he hasn’t found the time to properly interact with one, you’re here now to make his day - and possibly his entire life if you keep being so adorable for him.

Is that even possible?

─ This obsession starts small. He comes to visit your home at least once a week, bringing you small trinkets he’s collected during work, and the occasional gigantic fish for your family to prepare - ‘taming’ you on the long run. They are quite fond of your new friend, always inviting him in for a bit of his time. The stories, the gifts, the company; they love him. So much, that when Tartaglia ask for your hand in marriage out of nowhere - your mother gleefully cheers while your father tuts, but cumbersomely accepts. You do not have a say. He doesn’t provide an opening, throwing all sorts of reassuring statements and claims that he will take really good care of you.

To them you are regarded as his soon-to-be wife. And to him, you will be treated as a domesticated animal.

─ Being greeted by his humongous home that towers you and an attentive staff was the last thing on your mind. You knew he had some sort of power, money, but this was just far too much. Laying down the ground rules, giving a light tour around the house, he doesn’t have too many. Only that you’ll remain here never to be seen in the sunlight, and to refer to him as master. Rubs his ego for the wrong ways. Although isn’t this a fair trade, you have everything and anything at the tip of your fingers for a small price of abandoning your pride.

He may love, cherish, spoil you, but do not forget. 

You are very much still a pet.

05. Heat

“I... I, master ! I need to cum. Please, please !” You are riding rampantly on his thigh, whining and moaning with each buckle of the hips trying to chase your high. There’s a burning sensation towards your lower region, a sensation you’re trying to get rid of so desperately, but no amount of grinding can dissolve this… this frustrating feeling. To be teased to the edge and not be granted the sweet release of pleasure is torturing.

You need more.

He smirks coquettishly at this pathetic performance. Who knew that a heat cycle affected you this much? Your family never mention this... not that he’s complaining. This just makes you all the more ravishing, seeing you so needy, so vulnerable for him makes his dick throb.

But no, there has to be some self-control. You must show him how badly you want him before he’ll lift a finger.

“My thigh is all yours, lovergirl.”

Tartaglia chimes, reveling in your dilemma.

“B-But, need more... your - nngh!” His leg suddenly bounces up, causing you to yelp, sharp nails digging into his shoulder.

“Cum on me first, and then I’ll take care of everything.”

Diluc Ragnvindr, and the Abandoned Rabbit.

─ You wouldn’t have been here if he hadn’t found you hidden away in the bushes: terrified, injured, and abandoned by the one who swore to protect you from everything. The first few weeks were a pain. You’d want nothing to do with him, or his staff, refusing to come out from under his bed until dawn. Peeking your head to see if anyone was near, slowly picking at the cold vegetables left in a bowl before crawling back under once the door creaks open. He’s forced to be patient. Rabbits must assume everyone is an enemy in order to survive in the wild woods, he does not take much offense as one would expect - to say that he is not peeved however is a little lie. 

─ For the next two weeks he lets you seek shelter in his master bedroom, leaving some food and giving a few words of encouragement that’ll hopefully make you comfortable here. “I’m not going to hurt you.” “Eat.” “Get some rest.” The staff wonder why their young master has bothered to take in some stray being. He leaves it up all to their imagination, the reason won’t change anything. How funny, growing fond of someone who’s hardly interacted with him, won’t allow him the chance to anyways. Loneliness, maybe. The mansion was a little too large for him, one more person would make a huge difference. 

─ You’re starting to get used to him and a few people. Quietly roaming the estate, insisting on doing some chores along with the maids even if it’s not needed. Diluc doesn’t particularly care, you’re free to do anything as long as you remain here in this mansion. Whatever makes you feel at home is fine. There’s a collar around your neck for good measures, can never be too safe - people have to know who they’re messing with if they cross paths with you. You’re a part of the Ragnvindr family, don’t think of yourself as any lower unless you force his hand.

06. Punishment

Pathetic whimpers fill up the entire basement. 

You weren’t trying to leave, not on purpose. Someone had trouble juggling a couple chores and you took some to help them. There were no intentions on leaving the premise altogether when you stepped outside; tend to the bountiful garden, chase off pesky slimes nearby, just some minor tasks that’ll benefit the workers.   

Never did you expect to be abruptly called to his office. Being reprimanded intensely, scolded for trying to help around the house, not being able to have a say in this one-sided argument - no break.

“Master Diluc... I’m... I’m truly sorry-“

“Shut it.”

You are now propped over his knee, bum and fuzzy ball of a tail exposed for the entire staff to see as they glance flustered at this startling display, and at each other blanketed in discomfort. When their boss asked if they could help him with something they figured it must’ve concerned the winery, business.

Not... this.

You’re used to these types of punishments. Standing in the corner swallowed in darkness, starved of food and affection, anything. You’ve managed to survive alone for a few days after being abandoned in the middle of the forest - this was nothing. The audience, however, is a new addition. So new, that you’ve already starting crying before anything could happen.

He’s not convinced.

“… Look at them.”

And you do, you’ve no choice anyways. His tightening grip on your hair says that much as he pulls on it even harder. Globs of tears run down your cheeks, wanting to save yourself further embarrassment by closing your eyes - but you don’t. It’ll just make Diluc all the more agitated.

They want to look away in respect for their young lady. They want to look away because this was an invasion of privacy but doing so would have them disrespecting Diluc and that’s the last thing they would ever do. He’s providing their income, the giant paychecks that feeds them and their impoverished families back home. What could a little bunny offer that’ll change their minds?

“Tell them.”

He’s unforgiving during these sessions.

“P-Please… wai-“

Smack.

Ruthless.

The sound reverberates through the air as a stinging pain pulsates through your bottom. Your scream is coarse and dry, has everyone flinching but him. 

“I’m…” You sniff, “I’m..”

Another slap. Another cry.

“I’m a bad girl!”

Wolf Boy ─ Razor

obsessive, stalker, uncertain

Is he still human, or is he forever going to be regarded as the lone wolf who rambles deep in the dense forests of Wolvendom? Everyone wanted to know for they too are curious about this riveting individual, curiosity swirling madly in their eyes whenever his name is thrown into conversations. And when he’s forced to come up with an answer to himself, there’s always that same, despised hesitation eternally laced in his diffident voice. Razor continues to live silently in people’s shadows, able to tread behind them cautiously without leaving any tracks behind. This is a life he was brought into, having been raised by feral, but loyal creatures that thrive at the dead of night. The thought is already inane for him to live in harmony with people at this point, or so he was made out to believe. It’s only that he hasn’t gave much consideration till now.

What makes one silly human any different than the rest? There’s nothing particular about you that stands out to him... besides one thing he can’t place a finger on. Is it because you keep on getting yourself lost in these woods consistently, now becoming a regular occurrence and a part of his non-existent schedule of bumping into you, then having to escort you to the closest exit as you hand out sheepish apologies for the careless display of incompetency? This issue is not a big deal, really. If anything, he’s just slightly concerned for the lack of direction a being can actually have. Isn’t survival the most important instinct for humans? Did it die down as the world progressed? But of course, Razor never says anything more than the typical automated response built in, couldn’t be bothered to deal with someone else’s issues when his pack beckons for him through their cries, right? Not at all. You’re starting to appear more in his mind... laboriously. The cause of the toss and turns in his already short-lived sleep, and the visible bags resting under his eyes. The thought of you irks him endlessly.

What have you done to him?

After many days of the agony of contemplating alone, Razor resorts to the only person who must’ve known what he was currently dealing with: Lisa Minci. She should be familiar with this feeling all too well, he’s sure of it because what does she not know in her library of abundant knowledge? He questions these conflicting feelings of his, letting his heart spill out for once as an act of desperation with all the words he could find within his limited vocabulary. He does not like it, he does not like the control it has on him... a mere stranger, is able to afflict so easily. These signs must be of hate, uncontrollable spite maybe, pure frustration at most. That’s the only way he can truly be able to understand.

Well, in a way, she can’t help herself from snickering at his honest struggles. Unfortunately, it’s much more than that, revealing the issue biting at his exposed neck albeit painstakingly slowly in the simplest way. Surely, he is able to breathe properly once again... just not yet. Knowing this issue hasn’t solved anything, it requires effort. According to her, he is deeply in love to the point of destruction. Is this how adoration is supposed to feel, uneasiness? None of the human knowledge he’d study prior mentioned anything or went in depth about this subject, what makes her so sure of this? The word seems to be full of affection and hope, when Razor feels anything but. In order to ease those worries, she tells him why not have it the other way around. Why don’t you make that clueless traveler of yours be the one who’s troubled with these mindless feelings.

But he can’t, Razor has no experience in this field.

So he starts by stalking through your shadows, noting silently about your habits, interests, information that’ll help him get to know you better. There’s still a couple of issues to be resolved on his own before approaching said target. He’d like to understand fully what makes this human frankly so appealing to him. Why he has so many fantasies involving them in dubious ways, and why they’re so attractive. You’re so kind, too kind ─ timid than any doe he’s ever laid his ravenous eyes on. This is weird, much more thrilling than any hunt. All the things you do, simple and all, are so adorable to him. What is this warm sensation slowly building up in his chest? It feels... pleasant for once. Now this is what it should be like, how ‘love’ truly is.

He’s happy you have the heart to continue to meet with him.

But these happy moments could only last for so long, nothing hardly ever does because forever is not always. The voices in his head, ever so prevalent, pushes him to act on his predacious urges. Mark them. Hurt them. Make them suffer... Getting louder the more the rendezvouses went on. Doesn’t help that you make it your goal to see him at least thrice a week. Your lips, so luscious and pretty, imaging how they’ll look if drool was pooling out of it uncontrollably from the immense pleasure he’ll bless you with. And your skin, free of blemishes and scars, how badly he dreams of ruining it with his teeth, his claws, and his knife-like tongue. It appears that Razor does not possess the self control he thought he attained.

Stay... still.

His throat growls in agitation at the reluctance. He has the current need to mark that empty spot on your neck, the need to claim, but you keep moving around. Thrashing, struggling, sobbing for someone to come save you from the one who is only trying to love you.

Not ... hurt you ... love you.

Razor does not know if he is wolf or human,

but he is happy either way.

Exquisite Delicacy ─ Xiangling

stubborn, stalker, harmless

Did you happened to order a meal from Wanmin restaurant on one of your lengthy journeys? Probably not, but that doesn’t stop the chef from prying into your life with a specialty dish of hers. Xiangling, a connoisseur of the finest, strangest but tastiest food, pleads to serve you for the rest of her life in hopes of winning your golden heart with a unique palette. Expand your horizons, she beams, it does not hurt to. Traveling everywhere is no big deal to her as she isn’t confined to one spot unlike some of her envious peers. There is plenty different ingredients to test out, an excuse to be used for her dear father to not fret over her well-being. Plus, more chances to continue to court you, yes? You being a traveler cannot stop her.

Nothing negative cannot reach her... ish.

She always knows where you are, appearing out of nowhere scaring the serenity right out of your eyes ─ trying to pass it off as a mere coincidence, or how navigating through Liyue is second nature to her when delivering meals to faraway customers (which is an innocent lie). Creepy, but hardly dangerous. Scaring you is never her intentions, it hurts to see you cower because of her. Why... Why are you looking at her that way? What is there to even be afraid of? She just wants to be with you as a loyal companion, an overly-attached lover if possible. 

Not only is there one loyal protector who is willing to risk everything, but two. Guoba knows how extremely precious you are by the way she spews on and on about some let-loose traveler currently camping in Liyue. It’s not like he completely understands the situation himself but, as long as she remains euphoric, then your presence will be accepted, and sooner or later sought out for. Break her heart on the other hand, and that is another story to recite. Guoba too, will never even think of letting you go in regards to his lovable companion. Having a sulking, dispirited Xiangling is the least of his wishes, so do not bother trying.

No need to dwell about cooking anymore. The obligation to lift a pan is a worry no more, she’ll take care of it, no problem. Remember all those left over slime condensate? Or lizard tail collecting dust in your inventory? Nothing’s straight up impossible, they’ll be tossed into a dish for an extra kick, a delectable taste that’ll surely enhance your combat skills for a limited time. Doesn’t that sound like a wonderful treat? She’s already drooling over the thought of it, feeding you lovingly despite your refusal, even if you are tied down to a tree stump in smoothen rope. Stop fighting her. It’s a waste of energy, doesn’t an adventurer needs lots vitality to move around the world?

There is no such thing as judgement, until you give it a try.

Ever wonder how exactly she knows where to go when looking for you? Her handy dandy map of course, full of annotations and cute sketches scribbled all over it. Not only is there data regarding locations that need to be visited again, but also the places you commonly travel to. She is motivated to try every location each day in order to catch sights of you. time is no opponent, distance is no obstacle. Being welcomed, however, is a sore subject that should not be brought into question. That slight grimace planted on your face when she comes into light has her doubting at times, do you really not like her at all..?

Having her around is not a bad thing, admittingly. She knows how to cook up a mean meal with the most outlandish ingredients, knows a thing or two about creating medicinal herbs, and can fend for herself against ambushes. In other words, theoretically the perfect teammate. What’s holding her back from that potential is her obsessive behavior regarding you. The stalking needs to come to a halt, and maybe, just maybe you’ll come to like her.

Shining Idol ─ Barbara Pegg

clumsy, obsessive, insecure

A deaconess of the Church of Favonius at day, a hardworking idol by night ─ her song reaches Mondstadt’s heart, capturing them in a riptide of desire and devotion, everything she personally feels not. Barbara, striving to be better each day, cannot comprehend these positive emotions you give her. The lewd acts of accepting that one charming kiss you placed atop her hand, or that sly wink you sent her way onstage when she was performing in town square. She has a responsibility to ignore all possible distractions, anything that’ll deter her from the burdens of a humbled protestant would be blocked out in an instance when given the chance.

So, why hasn’t she done so with you?

Falling over nothing is common, falling for someone isn’t. You see, years and years of dedicating her time and attention to one of the seven hasn’t allowed any room for relationships to manifest, for romance to blossom properly. Embarrassingly enough, she has no experience. Zero. Only the plentiful stories Lisa shares anytime she stops by the library, and still not understanding them half of the time. They sound melodious against her ears, intriguing, a whole new adventure to be encountered without having to move across the world. Convenient for someone like her. So sweet, yet so wrong.

Will fret over your health and safety, comfortably abandoning her own. A curse of selflessness which’ll follow her down to the grave. She’s so used to looking after others despite her youth; Jean, Bennett, everyone’s at least had a visit or two at the chapel to patch up small accidents. Nagging you constantly, although softly as can be, to at least try not to put yourself in unnecessary danger. Daring travelers are bound to be hurt, it’s almost unfeasible to not, but maybe tone the carelessness down a notch. Seeing you in pain distresses her so much, her fans start to watch over you in hopes of their idol being less troubled.

Return the hospitality, and you got yourself a flustered Barbara.

Um, please look after yourself more! As much as I lov- like, to see you, I am not fond of the reason why you come here so often.

What was it now, the tenth time that you’ve almost succumbed to death? Always testing the boundaries of an eventual demise, always stressing her out. But maybe that’s one of the traits she comes to adore, that brazen behavior of yours.

A-And... if that’s not achievable, I will do m-my best to aid you any way possible.

She trusts her older sister, but apparently not with everything because one issue still hasn’t been disclosed. Jean is already too busy with her duties, too busy keeping their home harmonious, free of troubles. Why should another problem be pushed onto her wearied shoulders? It’s just the typical problems that comes with love: The doubts, the bottled up emotions; the anxiety. She prays to all the Archons above that it’ll eventually solve itself given enough time. But pleading can only get people so far, Barbara knows that an effort must be made in order to create the change she wants. Hard work is the most miraculous magic, after all.

Unlike the others, her insecurity is what prevents her from seeking a future with you. Tid bits of concerns, worries always pokes at her when she’s so close to confessing. An inferiority complex that spirals into immense feelings of worthlessness, stopping Barbara from ever acting upon her selfish wishes. Even if you too reciprocate every ounce of love, openly displaying it, something in her convinces otherwise. Surely you see her as just a really close friend, comfortable enough to touch her freely without much thought. You probably prefer her sister, or Amber. Literally anyone other than her.

There’s so much better people out there.

Again, Barbara is basically an idol. She is aware of this fact, have been for a while now after hearing about some fans waiting outside the church to catch a sight of their supposed Goddess. Few people out there adores her to the point of obsession which understandably rubs her off the wrong way, but they are nowhere as crazy in the tales. That, she is thankful for and will continue to not disappoint them with future projects, hopefully. Who knows what they’ll think of her then if all doubts of her actually turn out to be true. And she doesn’t understand their fixations and compassion until someone from a whole different world steps onto the stage.

You’re perfect.

So perfect, she shouldn’t even be able to breathe the same air as you.

Astral Reflection ─ Mona Megistus

obsessive, lucid, manipulative

A significantly well-known astrologist, wandering aimlessly around Mondstadt for whatever end goal she has in mind ─ which she doesn’t know. Mona continues to hold herself in high regards, high expectations, and a low budget in order to make do with little money she has. To balance all of this while also trying to cover that very fact is a struggle itself, but this is simply mandatory. People will start to think less of her if they know the truth about their beloved star seeker, someone who can’t even keep a single penny. She feigns wealth in order to appear more dignified, commendable to the eyes of curious wanderers. You especially.

Oh goodness, compliment her, praise her whenever you can, she exists for it. Hanging onto every word like a delirious puppy, not even bothering to contain the satisfaction sparkling in those pale green eyes of hers. She’s so smug, so weak for your undivided attention. This is what keeps the motivation going, the only drive besides a desire for endless knowledge. It pushes her to do everything within her power to impress, enchant, and captivate all recognition from you. The outsiders, their opinions ultimately do not matter compared to you. With this aggressive support, anything is almost possible. Almost.

She wants you to be happy, always, and the only thing she thinks that will earn your affection is piles and piles of gifts. She likes them (even though she hardly has the chance to scavenge any), you must like them too. Who doesn’t? By that, prepare to be spoiled relentlessly. Name whatever material, meal, weapon ─ anything you lay your pretty eyes on. She will find a way to obtain these riches through whatever means, detrimental or not. Skipping meals, making contracts she could never keep, crazy loans, so many things that’ll hurt her on the long run but, it’ll be worth it in the end. That bright smile of yours rejuvenates all exhaustion. Like none of those bad things ever happened.

How pathetic, convincing herself that everything will be alright with measly encouragement. How whimsical can someone possibly get?

Taking advantage of her divination isn’t what she planned but, it helps out so much. Mona can manipulate just about anything in your life with a reading of hers, she can make you just as paranoid as her with a single fortune. That is the power that lies within her, someone who dedicates their entire life understanding the meanings of the stars and above. She does not receive any money from these endeavors, her beliefs are simply too strong to accept any form of payment. But you... you pay in another form unwittingly. Your uttermost faith, the trust you place willingly in her shaky hands.

Maybe that’s how she relies on self-harm; to make up for all the deceit and pained lies, to keep her somewhat sane.

There’s no point in lying. She can sense these fallacies from a mile away, there is no hiding. The truth will reveal itself gradually, whether it’ll take days, months, years ─ time is no matter. You can understand the frustration she bears whenever someone tries to cover up the facts behind white lies, or so they claim. You are her, uh, recent lover. It hasn’t been long since you two gotten together officially, and there’s still a few tiny problems that you lie about to not ‘bother’ her. Heart-wrenching, not being able to trust her that much. Still, she can’t fuss at you for that. It’ll be hypocritical of her to say something, so Mona stays quiet, waiting until you have the courage for her consolation.

It’s unpleasant, being in love. She knows how unhealthy this is, how stimulating this all-too familiar feeling truly is, for she is reminded of it every time the sky darkens and confidence begins to abandon her. Discovering how such desperate behavior of hers will only lead to desolation and loneliness, and still accepting the outcome nonetheless is a tragedy waiting to happen. This can be avoided, but Mona does not pry. Fate cannot be changed, nor can it be reversed she enunciates. It can only be but accepted. 

Stars, do not lie.

Mona gazes down at their reflection on the water, shadows casting over her eyes the more she ruminates.

Maybe that’s why humans do.

Juvenile Galant ─ Xingqiu

mocking, manipulative, curious

Leaves Liyue citizens in awe of how graceful the son of the Feiyun Commerce Guild really is when there’s not much work put into that perception of him. Everyone is so easy to please, to fool, and his object of obsession is no better than them. Xingqiu, not having to be shouldered with managing the guild’s affairs, spends most of his time mirthfully in solitude; a peaceful existence. Whether it’s being buried in all sorts of novels, or sharpening his blade work for the next enemy ─ all hobbies of his will typically be relished by himself. The obligation to entertain those around him is no issue, but only for a moment. Freedom is nothing but a social construct in this world. That, he will forever long for.

Something about being a hero, your hero, pleases him substantially. Granted, you’re completely capable of handling yourself, else you wouldn’t be a solo traveler, there should still be moments of helplessness every once in-a-while. Whether a situation is manipulated or not, he’ll come to the rescue. How wonderful it feels to see the apparent relief roll off your shoulders when Xingqiu makes a dashing appearance. Sudden, but needed. He’s heard you cry out his name in an act of desperation before reaching you, that hopelessness... The feeling of being depended on, needed.

He craves them all.

Will write a story inspired by the likes of you two in his free time. It will not be published for the world, Archons forbid. This is a personal treasure, not even to be revealed to the main inspiration. Instead, it’ll be enjoyed privately at his own leisure. Just a little hobby of his, nothing too serious. You’ll see the journal glued to his side sometimes, wondering what in the world has him enthralled. Safe to say, you want to find out his little secret like any other individual. Take a peek at it however, prepare to face any consequences. Well, it’s not very kind to poke your head in places they shouldn’t be, he murmurs with a warm smile, didn’t bother to ask, did you?

Xingqiu is mean. You’d assume that Chongyun was simply exaggerating in his rants, but it’s true, not getting a taste of the bitter medicine until later on in the relationship. His tongue is sharper than any blade, can pierce through the toughest hearts with a single word, excelling in a specific art known as degradation, and a tad bit of manipulation to put it all together. Something about your reactions, your tears, encourages him to bully you even more. This is just a way that he displays his attraction to you, it’ll hurt, but at least it’ll hurt with love.

My liege.

His voice calms you down with ease despite the condescension that comes, gentle fingers combing through your hair to cease the endless crying

Settle down, now. It was a mere jest of mine, you know I truly don’t mean it, right?

He revels in your suffering, thoroughly. It’s interesting. You’re interesting, and he hopes you’ll continue to entertain him for as long as you remained hopeful, and curious. Eventually, a toy begins to break, and broken toys are to be disposed of because what use are they to the owner then? Not that he’ll let that happen, he’s sure something will be able to bring you out of the shell when the time comes. A bit of experimenting does not hurt. And in the case of failure, he can ask a small favor of Albedo to test out a few theories in mind that might be able to light the spark in your eyes. Can’t have a lifeless husk now! It’s forbidden. Your liveliness is what made him fall for you in the first place.

At some point, Xingqiu will bring up something similar to marriage. Since his family would not allow him to associate, let alone be united with someone of no status, then why not do these sacred vows behind their backs? The ceremony will be private. Just you and him, nobody else to ruin a beautiful moment. At the altar of Jueyun Karst, the moonlight pouring out through the open windows, and onto your face as you anxiously confessed an oath to him, as does he. And a breathtaking kiss seals the chilling night.

You were born for this moment.

Prinzessin der Verurteilung ─ Fischl

obsessive, delusional, vulnerable

As the so-called Prinzessin der Verurteilung, falling in love shouldn’t be a hassle. She’s been through plenty of suffering to deal with smaller issues such as this. No way is she crying over this, but of something of way more importance. Fischl, the only main character in this unfortunate universe, tries to do everything in her power to prove that you two are simply meant to be. This world carries an invisible magnet, pulling your fates together, mending them into one. It may sound ridiculous like many of her other theories, but it’s true!

Especially tries to stay in character around you, wanting to display her cool, reliable side. Highly sophisticated vocabulary, intricate metaphors, whole monologues no one but her familiar can understand. An attempt like this only leaves you confused with even more questions that still hasn’t been answered, an appropriate reaction. How long can she keep this façade up until you get tired of her like the others? In fear of having this possibility, it doesn’t take her any long to quit the dialogue ─ not completely, just enough to where it is comprehensible.

She still has to keep up a cool image.

A typical tsundere, although not too much where it is annoying. Will deny any acts of affection or favoritism towards you even if it’s frankly obvious. She’s embarrassed, nervous about the chance of facing rejection if you were to know, so don’t be surprised when she retracts a statement that sounds oddly similar to a confession. A normal act of the slip of a tongue, don’t get it too distorted ─ she stutters. Her face burns a vibrant red the more your doubtful stare stays on her... Why does your presence make it harder for her to stay in character? Is there another ability you have that you are not made aware of?

And, um, can you... wait till she has the guts to actually confess?

Definitely asks her familiar to watch over you when possible, which mind you is most of the time since being affiliated with the adventurer’s guild is no easy feat. Oz is aware, certainly concerned for his lovesick master the more this went on. A girl like Fischl couldn’t possibly know any better about this matter as much as she claims, he knows better than that. Doing this leaves her at a huge disadvantage during battles, coming back with bandages wrapped all over her frail body. He needs to be there, her bow is not all that she needs out on the battlefield, but he cannot go against his master’s orders.

Hm? What about all those injuries she bears? It’s none of an unsuspecting traveler’s business.

There’s a hidden side to her. A side you’re able to see. behind closed doors, behind scratched-up eyepatches, is a vulnerable girl who drowns herself in a fantasy to escape the loneliness that followed her as a child. She doesn’t want to grow up. It’s scary, everything is, but no spell currently exists to intercept the flow of time. A vivid imagination will have to make do as of now. Her outfit is much more casual at home. Long golden locks flowing out onto her shoulders once the hair ties are removed and the air of elegance dissipates into thin air. Retaining facades, are of no more. At least, not until she has to head out for the next mission that is assigned to her.

Alas, she is just a typical girl.

She is plenty of touch-starved. Any sort of affection leaves her wanting more. Her parents were the only ones showering her in lots of love before she’d reach an age where she should’ve outgrown it. This skinship you give out is a lot different... embarrassing, but appealing. Every forward action of yours easily strikes some fluttering feelings into her: Constricting bear hugs, gentle forehead kisses, and shy hand-holding. Although receiving head pats are a personal favorite, makes her feel accepted, loved again.

You make her feel at home.

No, you are her home.

Trial By Fire ─ Bennett

reckless, possessive, oblivious

A reckless adventurer who doesn’t know their limits. Alone, motivated, and unknowingly harmful to those hanging around him; Bennett, stays enthusiastic through all, able to change most of his negative feelings into eternal hope like a fellow ally of his. But anything that has to do with unconditional love will simply be embraced, that is the exception. Envy, lust, greed ─ these emotions are normal, therefore, should be accepted no matter how damaging the consequences shall be. Not a lot of things goes his way, or ever do, so why not indulge himself in a bit of ignorance, for it is universally known as bliss. The world is practically encouraging him to when you were introduced into his pitiful life.

Doesn’t particularly realize his romantic feelings for you, not yet anyways. Passes it as just a desire to protect someone against all, as buddies, friends, whatever! That’s not important. What’s important is that you two need to stay together at all times from now on. Any moment separated only calls for trouble, and nobody wants that... Actually, there will be, tons of them the more he ponders off. Although it doesn’t mean that it cannot be fixed. Heroes tend to find themselves in tight spots, but they always manage to triumph through! That’s right, he will find solutions to these hardships.

Forces you to be a part of Bennett’s guild, coughs, convinces you! Force is a rather harsh word, isn’t it? It’s best to tag along with him at all times, the world is too dangerous for someone precious like you! So much. That he just might go insane if you’re not around. He’s convinced that since you’ve associated yourself with him, you too are affected by his extreme bad luck. That is why it is his responsibility to look after you, to protect you from his downfalls ─ isn’t he the most suitable person to. Aw, aren’t you ‘blessed’!

A part of him despises your interactions with anyone else. You have him already, why do you need someone else? No one is allowed to join his guild anymore, every position has already been fulfilled. Healer, main damage dealer, enhancer, they can do it all with two people only. So don’t bother recruiting others, or talking to them in general. If anything, he’ll take care of it, he’ll take care of everything. Just sit tight for him like a pretty doll, won’t ya? There is no need to waste energy on some nameless individual.

There you are! I was looking all over for you... And who’s this?

His arm slings over your shoulder, tugging you closer.

How can I possibly help you...?

Disgustingly affectionate. His hands always find themselves on you... as an instinct, or maybe a hidden desire. Wrapping an arm around your waist, padded fingers dangerously prodding close to your thighs, testing the waters on how close can he possibly get till you finally cower. But the thing is, you don’t think he’s doing this out of ill intent. Bennett is not that type of person, so you’ll let these hands of his continue to wander all over you even if they prove to be uncomfortable. How long will you be able to withstand it, this unpleasant affection...

He’s no stranger to lust.

Bennett will risk his life for you, a guarantee in any situation. He cannot avoid pain, for it will continue to follow him to the ends of earth like a curse. Still, it’s not like he’s going to go down so easily. He’s escaped death so many times he’d lost count, not much can bring him down at this point. And because of this, he shall be deemed your destined hero. Anyone that stands in the way are just bad guys waiting to be exterminated!

Frozen Ardor ─ Chongyun

protective, short-tempered, lucid

Conceived from a clan of famous exorcists, and obtaining excessive positive energy that others may know as talent, when it is nothing but a curse itself ─ Chongyun takes this matter into his own hands to prove to everyone, to himself, that he is completely capable of exorcising without the need of an inborn trait. It’s troublesome, that power. He overcompensates this hassle with harsh training, withdrawing himself from things that he cannot personally enjoy sober. In other words, congenital positivity places a huge burden on his life. If he is to live without it, then his very existence would be much, much gratifying. 

Discipline is key if people want to learn. He uses this in every aspect of his life. Naturally you’ll have to undergo the same training as him; withstanding harsh weathers, battling against enemies thrice your size, all things wearying. This will drastically improve tons of things such as endurance, restraint, and perseverance ─ but you aren’t as durable like him. Healing takes more than a couple of days before continuing a session, those are what you dread. You can argue with him all you want that this isn’t necessary, he’ll insist that challenging the mind and body will assist if you retain an open mind which you aren’t doing so far.

Chongyun just wants what is best for his partner, whether that means projecting his own problems onto them.

Will consider taking you with him, and act on it. Chongyun can’t exactly... watch over you when you’re too busy across the world, silly. Perhaps if there is a chance you can halt these obligations for now, instead, joining him on a path of becoming a future exorcist as a beloved apprentice under him. How can anyone skip this opportunity? You can ask your clients for compensation who can pay big money. He’ll show you the ropes, the responsibilities of being one. There is pleasure in seeing how thankful the victims of spirits are after the exorcism takes place.

Kindly deny his offer, and he’ll kindly take you by force.

Do not anger him. He is trying with all his might to not get annoyed over such unwillingness, but you are simply pushing it. He understands why you are acting like this, a brat, he’s not completely blind to the situation. To be forced by some acquaintance to stay with them or else is simply maddening, it would have been strange if you accepted his overprotective nature so easily. What he is trying to accomplish however, is for you to eventually give up, accept your intertwined fate with him. You don’t even have to understand anymore.

... Though it fails, your mental fortitude is simply too strong to be reckon with.

He will snap, especially when trying to run away ─ that is the last straw. All reasoning leaves his body the moment you make a dash for the exit, grabbing onto the ends of your hair and harshly tugging back despite your pleads of agony. He gets that angry. All that emotion Chongyun had to contain the whole time will be let out in an instance; a waterfall of wrath, frustration, all that agitation you caused him prior. And remember, he has no memory of what took place the next day.

You are now at his mercy.

That is why there is no point in bringing that up. What are you running on about? Him... hurting you? Stop bending the truth. Those bites and cuts all over your body did not come from him. If anything, you probably got them by accident, or was it from the tiresome training yesterday night? Whatever. The fact that you had the audacity to blame him straight away is irritating enough. 

Although, it is okay, you are forgiven. We’re human, we all make mistakes.

You’ll just have to be corrected.

Aether.

Simple, yet effective. One meticulously hand-crafted by a close friend, carved with initials, and special functions the wearer has yet to know. It is to be clarified that you are not a pet, but someone he simply owns. The rough material fits snug around your pretty little neck, flaunting a rather bold message to outsiders. Embarrassing and an inconvenience. You’ll be on your best behavior for a chance to breathe properly; not in the confines of a portable cage, not being paraded in public, not being treated any lower than an animal, and he is nice enough to grant such wish.

Inhale, exhale - breathe in the polar wind, feeling his warm hand caress your cheek, nuzzling further into his palm because that is what you’ve been conditioned to.

But for a moment as you’re teared away abruptly - Aether smiling, securing the black collar right around your neck.

Albedo.

Albedo doesn’t need a flimsy mark to tell the world that you are his. Depending on such tactic is a weak attempt at power. For all we know, people could always ignore the obvious message for a taste. Improper barbarians, coming for those already claimed. Perhaps they find the appeal in taken critters.

Nevertheless, your behavior has been shaped and molded continuously into someone who is scared of everything and anything but him. Took a lot of trial and errors and punishments, though the results are beyond grand. No one can interact without you shuffling over to his side before the stranger could dare approach, clinging onto his arm for protection. 

He’ll hum in response, taking note of your good behavior for today.

Bennett.

It starts out with a flimsy confession. Rubbing the back of his sweaty neck nervously, spilling out his overwhelming affection for you one early morning, catching you off guard, surprised - flattered. It was an understatement to say that the feeling was more than mutual, unable to hide the glee spilling from your lips as you throw arms around him to celebrate this occasion.

That is, until a searing pain courses throughout your left wrist.

You’ll thrash, struggle in his strong embrace and he does all but budge. Not until water pokes at your weary eyes, weak sobs following a suit - will he release his suffocating hold. Pressing a light kiss over the blistering, throbbing wound, Bennett murmuring lovingly for comfort as if he hasn’t burnt his flamboyant sigil into your skin.

Chongyun.

Anything winter-related is what makes you comfortable. Snowflakes slow dancing in the air, covering the ground in proof of their existence; a steaming cup of a hot cocoa ready to be served; snuggling deep into suffocating duvets, chasing after any feel of warmth the blanket provides - that is what you look forward to.

Everything, except ice.

His anger comes off as rampant waves, anyone can feel the unconcealed fury radiating off of him. Not wanting to peeve him further, naturally they’ll stray away from the path that has been caved. You on the other hand are not given much of a choice, he is your partner, after all, and he wants to see you right now. Chongyun storming, grabbing onto your wrists - squeezing it painstakingly tight, forcing a muffled whimper out of you.  

He’s breathing heavily and you’re hyperventilating.

Skin being stabbed continuously in freezing cold pins and needles, enduring the everlasting ache. 

Try and assure yourself that this is just an accident.

Tartaglia.

Scratches, gashes, stitches - there are all sorts of injuries covering you. People think of it as battle scars, complimenting your astute bravery in prevailing against it all on an unending journey, but they’re wrong. So wrong, it hurts to smile them off as if they were simply true. These marks are signs of ownership, possession, someone inflicted all of them because they saw you nothing more than an object of their twisted desires. Might they add loved, but an object nonetheless.

Tartaglia laughs as a passerby gawks at your wounds, fresh and old, giving yet another impressive comment on them. An arm slides around your waist as your trembling hand is harshly tugged in their direction, allowing them to get a crystal clear look at these lacerations.

“Ah, yes, they got all these pretty scars not too long ago. They’re quite a fighter… aren’t they?”

Diluc Ragnvindr.

Something stylish, proper, prim, like a personally tailored outfit very similar to his, topped off with a tight black choker and a charm identical to his fiery vision dangling freely around your hips. It’s not obvious, but surely those who stumble across you should know that you must have strong ties with the Ragnvindr blood, and no one wants to mess with such a stubborn flame. 

Especially when rumors come spreading around Mondstadt about the disappearance of a small group of individuals. They’ll glance wordlessly, savoring the beauty from afar.

The positions you land in are too absurd to be called a mere coincidence. With your cute round ass high up in the air from the sixteenth fall today, just waiting to be ravaged from behind by an assailant. Such sight is tempting to men, and he is no exception. Bennett wants to tear off your shorts and pull your lacy white panties aside; he wants to see that untouched pretty pussy of yours, stuff it full with his cock until cum overflows from it. Fuck you till you know nothing but his name. Just a little desire hidden away at the back of his clogged mind, nothing too serious... is what he keeps telling himself before something else takes over him.

He craves you so, so much.

There are so many non-heroic things he wants to do to you, he just doesn’t act on it. Not for the first couple times, anyways. Your shy shouts for him to come help always keeps him grounded, in control of himself and his wandering emotions (and eyes). Ignoring the pulsating throb in his pants as he lends you a shaky hand. It doesn’t help that you’ve always been so adorable. Looking up to him for confirmation, for reassurance in your hesitant actions - the dependency, it’s a turn on. No one trusts him like you do. No one cares for him like you do.

Can he truly be blamed for possessing such inane thoughts?

Sure, he’s gotten himself in plenty of accidents; bad luck seems to follow him to the ends of the world no matter what. But at least he knows how to hastily get back onto his feet. You however, do not, too caught up in the severity of the situation to react. You need him, and he needs you... for completely different reasons.

Look at you right now; so helpless under him, unable to get up because you are trapped. Truly, it would be a waste for an opportunity like this to slip away.

01. Accidents

This time he was quick to notice the stumble in your step. Attempting to grab a hold of your waist to keep you from tripping and still getting dragged down nonetheless. You didn’t mean for an accident like this to happen, although a small gathering of two unlucky people doesn’t cancel the bad luck, but exemplifies. 

Sometimes you wonder if it’s a better idea to quit his guild to prevent more stupid mishaps from happening, but he’s always there to reassure you that none of this was ever your fault to begin with. The universe just happens to... spite you two. They believe a duo that contains the most unfortunate people in Teyvat is simply too powerful to leave alone, and that they must be nerfed.

If you’re here, with him, then nothing is impossible.

Bennett is staring down at you, both of his gloved hands at the side of your head keeping his forehead from smashing onto your own. You look even smaller under him; a bit more timid than usual.

Truth be told..

He’s never felt this threatening.

“A little help p-please? I can’t s-seem to move with you above me,” you’ll stutter these words, unable to contain how skittish you felt in this moment.

It’s awkward. This whole situation was, and he’s not making it any better with his silence. He wasn’t saying anything.

There’s an unusual glint behind his emerald eyes. They shined, they glimmered, they glistened in an emotion you weren’t too familiar with. It was hunger, a distinguishable kind. Bennett gazes at you like he’s waiting for a small opening; an opportunity to pounce, an opportunity to attack.

It frightened you a little.

“I can’t... hold back anymore, [Name],” he murmurs.

His breaths are starting to get labored each second, slightly grinding his crotch unconsciously onto your own. Hands fumbling to the hems of your shorts, and pulling them down to where your panties were shown, catching you off-guard.

“W-Wait a second, Benny! What... what are you-”

But he cuts you off with a overzealous kiss, an eager hand sliding into the insides of your underwear causing you to yelp.

“H-How about we do something... we’ll both enjoy.”

You two were originally supposed to go complete another domain not too far from this location, and here the two of you were - in an intimate position, clearly not hidden from possible spectators. The coldness of the air hits your exposed thighs, whimpering softly as the pad of his thumb gently brushes against your sensitive lips, savoring your cute reaction.

He licks his chapped lips.