#ch.diluc

AETHER

“[Name], ready to head out?”

Even as a newly found friend of his, he still feels close enough to talk casually. No need for formalities, unless, you preferred to keep it such way. Calling you by a surname feels too distant, like your friendship is based on business only, like it’s fake. That’s not how future travel buddies should refer to each other, not with that barrier lodged between them making them even more separate as time went on. Aether remains friendly without revealing too much. He doesn’t want to scare you, not this early in the relationship. The adventure has only just begun, and he cannot wait to get to know you on an intimate level.

How intimate, you ask? Find out. Either way, he’ll do anything to have you at his calloused hands.

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“Babe, goodness. You’re so cute.”

The moment you are declared his, he’ll be overwhelmingly affectionate. His words, his touch, everything. Pet names are but a small measure of his love for you, quite common among lovesick couples. Cringe and whine all you want, nothing could stop him from showing his undying affinity for you. A strong arm circled around your waist, pulling you in closer to nuzzle the two of your heads together after a long battle, sweat grazing your faces. He feels wonderful with you encased in his arms, like you’re a source of abundant energy, recharging drained batteries in order for him to continue this treacherous journey to (a bitter) reunion, and self-improvement.

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“Come here.”

Play time is over.

You’ve never seen Aether this intimidating. He’s been so laidback these past couple months together, and if a situation ever calls of trouble, he’d always motion over a teammate to escort you somewhere a little farther down the path for safety. The true reason? Well, he doesn’t want you to see his ... unorthodox side. Not yet. A cruel, monstrous part of him that’ll eventually take over all of him after conquering statue after statue. When he orders you to stroll over and place yourself onto his lap willingly - sticking his tongue all the way down your throat - you will do so.

Bend; Break; Suffer.

All in the name of love.

LUMINE

“[Surname], what are you surmising..?”

Her manner of speech is beyond listless and unbearably frigid to handle, but you preserve through it with an open mind. Maybe it’s your understanding of her reclusiveness: not sure whether to open up, show strangers any signs of weakness, let them in on your weakened heart. People tend to process that information, and use it to their advantage. They take your trust for granted, then proceed to crush it in their hands, their grimy, gnarly hands. There is such thing as trust issues, so she’ll stay true to herself only in fear of betrayal. You will be referred by your surname respectfully, a way to not feel close, familiar.

Lumine never intended on getting personal with anyone, but when did plans ever go smoothly?

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”[Name]... you’re here.”

Lumine calling you by your first name is a pleasant surprise. Really. Takes you by shock the moment she murmurs it timidly one afternoon, wanting to eat her words the moment a broad smile stretches across your face. It’s only fair now that you made a noticeable change in her life. Take responsibility and lead the path that you’d unknowingly caved. She’s a little intimidated by this outcome, scared of what’s to come, but with you firmly placed at her side, anything can be conquered.

A recently thawed heart, for example.

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”Agh... Mmm, please... M-More?“

Intimacy is strange, scary even. 

Lumine’s body trembles beautifully in pure moonlight. Spilling from window panes, bouncing off empty, bleak walls. Sharp fingernails digging into thin sheets and palms, trying to rub herself unknowingly against your hand and being denied the foreign pleasure causes her to whimper out in frustration. Reluctant, weak pleads and messy drool spill from her swollen lips.

She’s begging.

A vulnerable sight as rare as earning her trust. Lumine hardly shows signs of weakness, for her to openly display submissiveness is shocking, and might one add, a massive turn on. Maybe this was payback for keeping you waiting for so, so long.

But what are grudges when she is yours and you are hers?

A love story, and it will have a happy ending.

AMBER

“Oh, didn’t see ya there, outsider! My bad! What’s the big rush?”

Besides the awkward meeting, you two kick it off quite well. When being called an outsider, she truly doesn’t mean that in a negative light, but as a standalone fact. You are not from this land, after all. She’s gotten so used to calling you that for so long, anything else doesn’t seem to roll off her tongue quite right. Anyone that makes a negative comment regarding this will have to face justice itself, Amber and her scuffed bow and clumsily-made arrows!

No, really, when did their opinions matter?

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“[Name], I knew ya had it in ya, sweetheart! T’is calls for a celebration. Cheers to ya!”

Wouldn’t it make sense if you two were on a first name basis? You’re now in an established relationship, the old nickname wouldn’t really hold up well. People would think you two are simply strangers which is far from the truth and she figures it’s about time to take a step forward by smothering you in cute, honey-laced nicknames! Don’t get her wrong, ‘outsider’ won’t be abandoned so easily - that’s just something that’ll probably come out arbitrarily, on a whim, forever a habit.

Call her a pet name back and she’ll be the giddiest Outrider in Teyvat.

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“You’re quite experienced at this, a-aren’t ya? Not thatsa bad thing but... B-Barbatos. M’ blushing a bit, if not a lot thinkin’ back on it..”

Nothing can shake Amber off her feet. Well, most things, and that certainly does not include you making her an unraveled mess under you, gasping for air like a starved man. Such sessions never fail to remind her of how merciless one can truly be when they deem it necessary. Ah, but do not worry, your surprising boldness in bed is interesting - attractive.

She’ll take what is offered: the pleasure, the pain, anything.

It’s you that loves.

JEAN GUNNHILDR

“We truly appreciate your help, honorary knight. Allow me to officially thank you on Mondstadt’s behalf. Is there anything we can do to repay such spared kindness?”

Unfortunately, there is no time to ‘get to know’ you. Her duty takes up a huge portion of her time. As much as she wants to hold a grand welcome party for you - there are still stacks of paperwork waiting to be completed at the headquarters, piling away as days pass by. A day cannot go without haste. Surely a chance will arrive when Jean is allowed to properly rest, for once. Comes hardly, but it’s there.

She’ll await for an opportunity - patience rivaling a Saint’s. When that time arrives, it’ll be spent on you.

Promise.

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”[Name], would you.. mind joining me for a walk? I won’t keep you for too long… Time is precious, after all.”

She’s calmed down a little on work ethic. Still driven to a strenuous degree - although one can argue that it’s so much better than ignoring the tell-tale signs of her own stress and fainting. This allows her closest companions to deal with the selfishly selfless behavior most of the time. One can get caught up in their passion, too caught up when their focus dead sets on the objective, and not everything around it.

Good thing you are here as a firm reminder, telling her that she needs to cherish herself the most at the end of a day; to stop putting others before her. Jean is of much worth than she treats and thinks of herself.

You’ll say it everyday.

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“P-please don’t look at me that way. I know... I am unfitting of a Dandelion Knight right now.”

She’s never seen herself so... frail before. When you make her strip down for a promiscuous show, keeping the lacy white undergarments and thigh-high garter stockings on to save her further embarrassment (for now), Jean’s face burns a thousand suns. The future of Mondstadt rests on her reliable shoulders. Here she was flaunting around in such an indecent outfit - if it can even be called one with so much skin exposed; your lust-heavy eyes fixated, drinking it all in.

.. Dandelions.

She thinks of them dearly in this nerve wrecking moment, wanting to become one, wanting to be blown away by the refreshing wind with escape in mind. But no, you’ll pull her down abruptly by the arm, finding her glossy lips locked with yours.

Your love is suffocating.

LISA MINCI

“Well, aren’t you a cutie.”

An innocent nickname. A flattering compliment. Hearing it should make someone’s day, but Lisa murmuring saccharine against your sensitive ears makes it all the more insulting. Visibly unnerved every time that pet name leaves her sinful lips, baring a small scowl refusing to return an answer. Not that it bothers her. Reminds one of a stray cat caught up in a daunting town, makes the promiscuous witch want to mess with you even more, challenging that daring nature.

That is your weakness.

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“Little rose, as much as I adore you, the library rules apply to you too.”

This time she seems genuine in her displays of affection. Still intolerably flirtatious per usual, but there’s a certain softness to it that makes you quell up. In fear, in admiration, in love - Lisa doesn’t give you enough room to process these feelings properly. She attacks head on, peppering her cutie in breathtaking kisses, head-to-toe, anything that leaves you angrily flustered. Agitation radiating off you spurs on her inner trickster, a school girl picking on her crush.

Now now, this doesn’t make you safe from her devious antics. If anything, you’re prone.

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“Such a cutie choking on your Mistress’s fingers... Yes, you’re my cutie.. Clean it all off.”

Lazy Lisa; indisputable title. She chose to be a simple librarian at the end of the day for the leisurely pace and serene environment. A perfect place to doze off after hours of stillness. Free of noise, and annoying distraction - that is, when visitors actually follow the rules enforced. She’ll see to it.

This is where it all changes.

Your sore knees glued to the wooden floor with her misleadingly pretty fingers - covered in your own mess - shoved hastily into your mouth, swirling it all around your tongue so you can taste how much of a slut you are.

Obedience is also a nice look on you, love.

KAEYA ALBERICH

“[Nickname], shall we have a drink? Consider it my treat.”

Some made up name that surely annoys the living daylights out of you. He likes those the best. You’re not particularly close, acquaintances at best, but Kaeya strives to close that gap even more in time. Hard to pass such an offer when you aren’t bright at all to their ‘customs’ making it easy to manipulate the playground that is your weak mind. It’s too fun to not toy with!

A pretty plaything, to keep him amused.

Perhaps one that can even be his.

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”Hm? You want a kiss, from me?”

Not much changes once confessions have been exchanged, tying you down to him permanently. Only that Kaeya is incessantly annoying, as usual, wanting to get under your skin through any means necessary. Overbearing affection: the type that leaves you squirming in his tightening grasp; the type that leaves you gasping for air after an aggressive kiss - of teeth and tongue; the type that has you wondering if love was supposed to be this scary.

You should be used to it by now..

And are you?

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“Go on. You wanted this for a while now.”

You’re so used to being called sweet things, and sweet things only. For him to suddenly spit venom down onto your pink tongue, forcing you to swallow every agonizing drop with his focus dead set on your squeezable throat scares you. He’s a tease, a little mean, but one who takes the time to make checks to see if the joke has gone far too long.

A vice-like grip on your chin, tightening the more you dare move. Kaeya purrs, not lessening the aggressive hold until you swallow a glob of spit he’d lovingly bestow you.

A gift of love you shouldn’t reject.

VENTI

”[Name]... Uncommon, foreign, rolls off the tongue smoothly, like fine wine... I like you already!”

You’re interesting. Not of their world which explains the use of all elements without the bother of a flimsy vision, blessed by picky Archons. An unsuspecting hero has resurfaced, finding themselves lost here of all places. Curious! Isn’t this another song to repose? Another story to write to a catchy melody - performing for thousands of generations down the line. The potential is abundant and he does not waste any time to lose the opportunity to familiarize himself with the subject in mind.

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”Fancy seeing you here, Cecilia. Care to listen to a tune or more?”

Attachment is a curse.

He’s learned this over the course of a millennium, few would understand. Straying leisurely around a hospital town busking in Mondstadt, home - for a dozen glasses full of expensive alcohol. Intoxicated and mindless, not having a jumbled up mind drift off to a past full of fallen friends.

You get close, too close, and they disappear.

It’s immortality that separates Archons and humans apart. They’re not meant to be, they never will be, but Venti finds himself at the same spot, eagerly awaiting for your arrival.

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”Let me take care of you.”

His youthful demeanor traps unsuspecting people.

A charade he plays consistently, the careless bard who wanders aimlessly; people’s guards are let down onto the stony ground. Venti could be considered annoying, but poses not a threat. To them, maybe. And to you, well, you know much better now, at his disposal as he crawls on top of you agonizingly slow, an innocent smile gracing those sinful lips, just to devour you with them.

It’s love, He reckons.

DILUC RAGNVINDR

“Traveler. This is no time to be fooling around.”

A good amount of distance is wedged in between you two. He has no intentions of getting personal and up close with some random outsider out of all people. Not out of dislike, but out of necessary precaution. Chances are you aren’t going to remain here in Mondstadt. What traveler settles in one region? None. Everyone leaves, and you aren’t going to be any different.

He’ll remind himself this in spite.

People come and go. Don’t get attached.

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“Your efforts weren’t in vain. Don’t lose heart.”

You’re not just an associate of his, but a trusted ally now. A lover to be more specific. Strange considering all those original doubts stemmed from your background and objectives, had he went back betraying his own words.

Because of this, Diluc faces a hardening problem. 

Eventually, you’ll flee. You won’t remain in Teyvat forever, you have your troubled sibling to pursue after - a set home to return to, bounded to another universe - one he definitely isn’t a part of, but apart.

He does not like that.

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“You’re staying here, with me.”

A bit of force is necessary in a relationship. 

For stubborn brats that is, who still haven’t received the message. Diluc hates repeating words, hates hurting you - without reason. He wants to show how much adoration he has in store, but you’re not letting him with dissonance and the distance of it.

And that is okay, a damning solution comes to light.

Fucking you harshly into the mattress with your legs bent over your chest, until you suffer multiple orgasms; until you are filled and covered with his cum; until he is sure you won’t even think of leaving him.

Outlander ─ Aether

possessive, candid, absolute

Amidst these ceaseless calamities, he discovers a streak of light in losing his beloved younger sister to a deplorable god: You, and maybe Paimon too, depends on her interference with his unhealthy ways of going about intimate relationships. The absence of Lumine deeply pains him, for they two have been doing almost everything together, so the sudden separation instills doubt and deception in the depths of his mind when dealing with people. Who is to be trusted? Who is to be noted as someone dear? And who is to be cherished at the tip of his fingers? Still, Aether remains welcoming against all this uncertainty, sparing everyone a taste of his feigned compassion in order to gain recognition and connections to the world.

There’s nothing immoral in building fake relationships. Think of it as a business partnership in a way, using everyone as a stepping stone to achieve his goals whilst also helping out with them. That way, both parties are somewhat satisfied in the end. He gets along with everyone fairly well, but isn’t essentially close to them in spite of having intimate conversations. They might say so ─ no, they’re free to think so if it helps them sleep at night. Aether will not further comment. He never talks about himself, always vouching for them to share their story just to keep note of what makes them tick and all, thinking about how this person could possibly benefit him on his journey. Although you however can send any questions his way. He’ll answer them happily as long as you tell him everything about you. An eye for an eye, it’s only fair.

Mentioned by everyone, Aether is a traveler. It is true you’ll become one as well, naturally. What do you mean you don’t want to? You love him, right? Then you must love him enough to listen to his requests no matter how mad they sound... it’ll be fun tackling the world together. You don’t even have to help in combat, just don’t manage to get yourself lost. These lands are vast. Without a map or a  guide, surely you won’t be able to find your way back to him, but away. All he cares is that you remain by his side at arms reach, able to pull you into an embrace whenever he wants to. His affectionate side comes out arbitrarily, wanting to pamper you in all sorts of love despite any protests. You’re embarrassed about his team watching the PDA? Okay, move past that, let them gawk for all he cares. The spotlight has always remained on you two, or at least in his world, it did.

It should be the same for you... right?

But gods forbid you from talking to any strangers, let alone, befriend them. He’s kind, but not necessarily a good person. Having a special person is a fortune, a rare opportunity to protect them till the ends of earth, someone that no one else has ─ there’s no way Aether would be willing enough to share at this point. You wouldn’t be unique to him then, now would you? Why bother getting to know another when he’s here, dedicating his loving attention on you only? Don’t betray him. You’re just asking to be replaced, for one, he can do at anytime, so let’s avoid that all together okay?

Don’t ever question his morals. He’s the Honorary Knight of Favonius, a dignified hero in all of mankind’s eyes. But months and months of staying with him, you have to disagree. Something vicious crawls deep within him, something off. You see the apparent glee pulling at his lips anytime there’s enemies flocking by ─ not even bothering his team. Others overlooked it for a fiery passion, but it’s far from that. No person should enjoy the sheer terror displayed on their faces. Their pleads for forgiveness are never taken earnestly; once a villain, always a villain in his perspective, and he makes sure to chirp that before slaughtering away. It is obvious he kills for pure amusement in the guise of a hero, nothing more to it, nothing new.

And the convenience of such respectable credentials makes him want to cackle.

All should be well if you abide according to his daft rules. He claims he is not asking for much. You could’ve been locked up somewhere isolated, but you’re not. Doesn’t he provide protection, food, jewelry, everything for you? It’s the least a freeloader like you can do. Listen. Understand. Reciprocate ─ show your appreciation and devotion by being a well-trained lover. Any struggles will be dismissed with a punishment, threatening that he’d harm you if you’re out of line, but would never actually act on it. Aether just finds you cute being terrified, something Kaeya’s taught him in the beginning of this adventure! Now how could he ever lay a hand on you like that? Warnings are simply necessary in a relationship, no hard feelings. Although, witnessing the murderous glint in his eyes as he slays through his enemies like they amounted to nothing is what convinces you to follow his directions silently, imaging yourself at the other side of his blade when met with his piercing, golden eyes.

To constantly live in a state of fear, wondering when it shall be your time is enough to call your own personal hell.

Outlander ─ Lumine

obsessive, befuddled, reclusive

She doesn’t want anyone to let known of her background, intentions, values, but Paimon manages to spill the information out of her running lips anyways to kill off the initial confusion for those that are lucky enough to bump into them. Lumine reckons she’s just a traveler from far, far away, tasked with an objective that may cost her everything. That’s as much backstory as you’re going to get for the time being. It is not anyone’s business, but hers. As you can see, her first impressions aren’t... exactly ideal to anyone, but it helps you get a decent gist of what you’ve brought yourself into. Having to deal with someone so stiff, so unused to human contact all the time definitely strengthens your patience on the long run. Otherwise, you’d be gone with the wind a long time ago.

The fact you haven’t shown any annoyance or frustration easily wins her over without her own knowledge. No one has ever exhibited such kindness, or was it cravings for attention? Either way, it leaves Lumine attached, a little too attached to her taste because no one ever wants to lose someone of importance. Having feelings are scary. They’re so difficult to understand, to control, and this has her longing. A different sort-of longing. One that leaves her flustered and impaired anytime you’re within vicinity, unable to remember what she was doing prior. It’s a serious weakness that would not be able to crumble down no matter how much these feelings are forced down her throat.

With all these unfamiliar desires haunting her, Lumine doesn’t have anyone to consult in, courtesy of being withdrawn from the public. Bad, bad habits that require years to properly overcome. Spending a few days alone to herself, legs dangling off of stony walls and sighing over love sick issues that prove to be more than just meaningless thoughts ─ she finds it hard to face a problem. This proves to be a concern. Paimon reckons it’s probably just her having withdrawals of her brother, busy caught up reveling in her own thoughts by ignoring everyone, but you know there’s something else bugging her. Something foreign. Currently in need of someone to save her from this suffering. By nature, you approach Lumine about it. She’ll have no choice but to spill everything that bothers her because these emotions have been bottled up long enough. You being the considerate person, immediately draws her in a comforting embrace, letting her know that these affections are normal.

It’s okay to feel such way.

You’d soothe her, pressing light kisses along her temple that triggers a soft red glow on her cheeks

I love you just as much.

Passive... Sometimes. Remains openly hostile to others, hissing at them with her eyes. She’s just like a selective cat, favoring their owner above all, uninterested in anything that doesn’t involve them. It’s a little endearing until her hands find themselves wrapped around a stranger’s throat for doing something simple as asking for directions to the nearest town. Takes a bit of time to pry the girl off, giving light chides for being careless and impolite. Oh dear, she’s gone and done it, apologizing genuinely for what overcame her. It’s been weeks since Lumine’s opened her eyes to relationships, still having a hard time coming to good terms with this situation. Doesn’t take long for you to forgive the behavior. Her intentions are different.

Like her twin, there are protective instincts ingrained in her. The only remarkable difference there is, is that she doesn’t particularly enjoy violence. Her intent is far more sincere, and not an excuse to kill. Scaring them off with a glare is enough to leave her satisfied, but if they went on, then she’ll be coerced into raising a hand. A sword, rather. To any God, there’s no mercy for barbarians, fixing to annihilate those who have crossed you ─ blinded in an emotion she’s familiar with: Outrage. But you can stop this by placing a hand on her shoulder, reassuring her that there’s no need to worry. Face flushed, Lumine backs off without resistance, leaving you to deal with the rest, and there are no casualties. Your touch is undeniably powerful, more effective than any weapon.

You must know this fact by now.

Unknowingly clingy... hates that she is. You two (and a couple of friends) are in a journey together, you’ll have it no other way, but she still can’t help doubting. Someday, sometime, you will eventually leave. Intentionally or not, the idea terrifies her down to her very core. It’s likely that you will if she couldn’t stop Aether from getting captured... nabbing ahold of the hems of your undershirt, face glued down to the floor in hopes of not breaking into tears ─ she cries. Please don’t leave Lumine, don’t leave her alone in the dark like her brother. She wouldn’t know how to function anymore without you.

Gliding Champion ─ Amber

delusional, loving, protective

An exuberant, hard-to-catch up to outrider, happens to be the only one in the almost-fallen division. The lack of comrades does nothing but encourage her, nothing new. Amber strives to be the perfect role model so others aren’t as terrified to join the knights in protecting their hometown, it’s what her grandpa would have wanted in his stead. His disappearance was certainly jarring to a degree, defecting against the knights. For the first time she was greeted with disappointment and despair, emotions that haven’t tackled her in a long time. But due to perseverance, she manages to morph these conflicting feelings into overbearing encouragement.

Already figures you two must be in a relationship. You know, like how people deem their best friends without telling them, it’s a similar case for this. Amber treats you like a good pal, but manages to convince outsiders that you two are actually in love ─ in a healthy relationship, which looks to be it. You don’t actually mind the thought of it, she’s cute inarguably, but you’ll still go out your way to correct everyone because it’s simply not true, assuming it to be thoughtless rumors. People always want something to spread around town to cease their endless boredom no matter how futile it seems. A part of human nature nevertheless. To be expected in such a small village, seeing the same faces everyday.

However, that doesn’t make their actions any better.

Wants to protect you like any other partner. Vows to be just like her seniors, perhaps even better. Never fear, never fret, leave everything to her. A little smile pulling at her soft lips, scuffed bow in hand, Amber wants to make you proud. She’s tired of others looking down at her for being young, sick of all the babying that comes with her age. It’s about time she shows them that she can look after herself (which fails ultimately, there’s still things in life to learn and experience). Okay, maybe not everything, but don’t hesitate to lean on her if you need to! As if it’ll happen, you’ve gotten used to being independent most your life, but you can’t say you didn’t appreciate the help.

How lovely it is to be considerate as Miss Amber.

Assumes she hates being pampered... until your gloved hand reaches towards her. Giving her light pats atop her head as a little reminder for being such a diligent worker, she caves into the embarrassing affection, wondering why now out of all times does she find this acceptable. Anyone else’s hand would’ve had her visibly uncomfortable, tearing away from their gaze to speak of her uneasiness on the whole... touchiness. They may be close, but not that close. Hopefully they don’t take in this information in a bad light ─ it’s just her that’s the problem, not them. So you can see why she sees comfort in you!

Writes every single thing about you in her journal. Things all memorable, and not, every detail has to be jotted down or she’ll go crazy; starting from first meetings, to when your hands accidentally touched ─ sparks flying all over the place. Any moment with you is considered to be crucial, every chance with you is already considered an adventure, and any affinity from you manages to steal her heart, repeatedly. If you couldn’t tell by the beaming hearts wanting to burst out of her eyes, all those rumors floating around about her being head over heels is obviously true. So why do you choose to ignore it? Are you stuck in oblivion, or can’t be bothered to acknowledge them?

Either way, couldn’t mean anything to her.

Not... much people reach out to her for assistance regarding enemies, so she’s happy enough to join any excursion, especially those coming from you. Amber may not be as nearly strong as the others in a team but, the loyalty is what truly counts! She won’t hesitate to jump in front of you to take any dire hits during combat, it’s the least she can do after everything you’ve done for her, shrugging off your scolds with a laugh, before coughing out a bit of blood at the corner of her mouth.

There’s no need to feel bad, okay? It’s her duty as an outrider, and your lover.

Dandelion Knight ─ Jean Gunnhildr

lucid, obsessive, pushover

The Acting Grandmaster of the knights, devoted to serving Mondstadt as any loyal knight or denizen with her whole being. Jean Gunnhildr sees fit to become completely selfless, prioritizing her people’s needs and wants more than she could ever be for herself. She’s been like this for a while now, ignoring the oppressive eyebags forming below her eyes as she tries to get a paper-load done before the Sun rises. Telling her to sit down and rest is inconceivable. If these ‘bad habits’ of hers help her gain closer to an objective, then she doesn’t see what is the harm. Well, unless it results in immediate death. At that point, she is forced to change ways. A dead Jean is a useless Jean.

So putting you over herself is only natural. You’ve done so much for Mondstadt in the past month, not even expecting much for it is your unofficial duty. Allow her to repay such uncommon generosity by promising to do whatever you want! Yes, citizens had always pile work on her shoulders daily, never batting an eyelash at her health. A couple more shouldn’t be any different. Distress has been introduced into her life since birth. As sad as it already is, Jean feels exceedingly off without a bit of misery in her agenda.

For you, always.

A light catchy tune follows after the brief, audacious declaration. Saying this is easier than breathing, she claims

I am doing this of my own accord.

Unfortunately time is limited. As much as she vows to do anything, something as simple as a date cannot be fulfilled by the snap of the fingers. It’ll require lots of planning and patience for that day to unravel, and even when it happens, it’ll be either at her office or somewhere in Mondstadt ─ easy to get back to work whenever it calls. You could be upset... but you aren’t. The fact Jean tries so hard is proof that she cares. You know how tough her schedules really are, hearing yet again another request make its way to the famous Dandelion Knight. No wonder you take some inquiries of their own into your hand without her knowledge, she doesn’t need anymore stress.

The most you could without her dismissing politely is the good old comfort. Her head laid comfortable on your warm lap, both basking under the grand tree not too far from the stony walls. All your dates has Jean drowsing off, listening to you talk about how your days went so far as your fingers are caught up in her hair, a little refresher from the labor all morning. She’s already informed you to wake her if she falls victim to slumber, but you never do. Conversely letting the poor woman rest as long as her body craved. It’s what she is currently in dire need of, ignoring all her tiny complaints that followed a suit. You know that she appreciates it too.

Sends a fellow knight to ‘monitor’ you as you venture out into the wilderness. Whether it’s curiosity or just a precaution to your safety, it’s nice to hear what unfolded on your adventure. Not being able to see you immediately after your return is normal, so having an arrangement with the knight about what happened is good enough ─ Jean still needs a daily dose of her only vitamin: You. More so than the Sun. As much as her skin years for the radiant rays, you’re a nicer supplement. Though not any safer, you’re just much more accessible because staying indoors inside the headquarters is the usual, buried in piles of documents that comes with her job.

All the stress she’s pent up dissolve the moment you grin.

Honestly tame on your end, could never be a hindrance to your health or happiness. What’s the point in living if you’re not beaming with joy? Kaeya, Amber, everyone frequently shows their concern in their own ways about her depleting health, even offering to do some tasks to get it off her chest... But that doesn’t help out much on the long run. Instead, prompting for Jean to stop putting citizens, especially you, over her own being. It’s no secret how much their leader tends to favor the traveler, one who arrived only a month ago... Yet just as trustworthy as her companions. But, she politely denies their suggestions. No need to worry, all of this is under her control...

Or so she’s misguided into thinking.

Frostwind Swordsman ─ Kaeya Alberich

lucid, manipulative, predatory

Despite his eccentrics and secrets, he still holds people’s respect for being their Cavalry Captain in the Knights of Favonius. It’s not a surprise that he is a certified genius in the Grandmaster’s eyes. Kaeya Alberich has a knack for twisting words, able to slip under everyone’s skin and make them writhe under him in minutes. This only happens for business, or entertainment purposes. He enjoys their agony all the same. You my dear traveler, are susceptible to it, much more than anyone else in town. You’re someone new, someone unaware of his devious intentions. Why wouldn’t he take advantage of that when your naivety tempts him endlessly, dangling right in front of him?

Well aware about his unhealthy tendencies. Grows to live with it because well, it’s a part of him now. He’s happily come to good terms with these not-so foreign feelings, no longer feeling any remorse to the following actions that could possibly risk your well-being, mentally and physically. There’s no fun in being so loving, so caring ... Kaeya will never partake in something so tedious. You’ve practically signed yourself up for all sorts of sweet torment when accepting his bold confession. Because all of this is refreshingly new, you don’t plan on disappointing your newly-found boyfriend from there on ─ considering all this to be the norm here.

To be fair, you’re not too familiar with their customs yet.

Kaeya is rather artful as he liked to put it out on handling you. He prefers to keep you strained, and on a constricting leash. Just enough to leave mosaics of bruises on your neck when he’d harshly tug, before reeling you back into his arms with velvety, comforting words that can touch even the stubborn of mules. All the hurtful things he chides you for are only to keep you balanced and in check, making sure that your self esteem is low enough to where you need his consolation only in order to operate. Pretty skillful of him, no?

Doesn’t mind leaving you alone. He’ll never take the title traveler away from you unlike others, it’s something he adores. Kaeya is understandably busy with work, that he can somewhat understand. Besides, you being such a hard-worker makes him want to show you off to the entire world. There might’ve been some issues if proactivity didn’t exist within you, although it can change with a bit of practice... Hehe, but you don’t have to go through that route now. What truly matters is that despite the belittlement you face everyday, it doesn’t take away the fact that he is fairly impressed.

Whether you like it or not, you’ll be pressured into trying some fine wine with him. That of course, when Diluc isn’t present, no time in dealing with someone who constantly nags his ears off for the littlest of things. He assures you that nothing bad will happen to you tonight, not while you’re around him. Besides, Kaeya doesn’t see the appeal when you’re not aware and awake if he’s feeling something dubious. All he wants to see is you being vulnerable, flushed, and inarticulate all at once ─ sputtering nonsense, and stumbling across the tavern floors all night long. Eliciting reactions is his favorite thing to do in his free time, that and savoring alcohol with a loved one.

What more could he possibly desire in life?

Is there even a chance you could leave him? Funny joke, he doesn’t even need to do anything physical to keep you close. Fear is what pulls you close to him, now trained to be frightened about everything and anything. Manipulation is what Kaeya excels in; a great tactic in the relentless battlefield, a great tactic when trying to persuade you into doing things you aren’t... comfortable doing.

You’ll be alright. Come, sit.

A light pat on his lap is enough to send your heart on a frenzy, opting to avoid his piercing gaze before something in your crumbles

You have to get used to close contact... So let’s take all the time we need.

You remain eyeless to the greatest threat of all, and he so conveniently happens to be standing right in front of you.

Witch of Purple Rose ─ Lisa Minci

charming, teasing, devious

An intellectual sorceress that doesn’t depend on spells to charm the masses. But as talented as Sumeru Academia claims, Lisa Minci is just about as lazy as any teenager. Finding shortcuts to save precious time and presenting herself in a concise, elegant manner, making others fall for her scarily charismatic personality ─ with no intentions of catching them either. Cruel or not, she couldn’t possibly shed any concern. It’s their own faults for contracting feelings, they should know better than to let an enchantress have her way with them, and it’s not as if she’s actually striving to. Just an instinct, flirtatious instincts for a bit of coquetry, and to light up a dreadful world.

Consider it a blessing, or a curse to snag the attention of Miss Lisa. Perhaps both? No way you’ll ever fly under her radar from now on, her cutie senses tingle whenever you’re within vicinity. A light smirk tugs at her lips, treading slowly towards clueless little you in ease. Ara ara, how lucky of her to cross ways with the newbie, a pleasant encounter to end this dreadful afternoon. She’s gotten tired of doing the usual duties down at the library. Not that it’s a lot, but working is still tedious nonetheless. The best thing to do is to revel in you presence, and monopolize all your precious time until the only thing you can blubber out is her name ...

Oops, looks like she’s getting ahead of herself.

Harmless potions, faulty potions, and dangerous potions. You’ll be her little guinea pig in exchange for lessons in combat, spells, talents, all things she’s considerably well versed in. You’re a little hesitant on accepting... Lisa was too vague on the offer, refuses to spill any more details besides the supposed benefits. What is there to be afraid of, honey, she purrs, everyone knows I wouldn’t let anything hurt you. Claiming, reassuring, anything to soothe any concerns... but none does a dent. What if she poisons, or turns you into something ─ the possibilities are endless!

... What do you know, she’ll do just all of that.

Always a nap time, not a specific time though, whenever she feels like it! You’ll be pulled into her embrace unwilling or not, giggling affectionately as your head gently hits her bosom. hard not to fall in some sort of trance once her soft breaths hit the back of your neck and she’s already sent off into dreamland, losing the urge to escape her embrace. Maybe... moments like this makes everything seem okay. No pain, no misunderstandings, nothing. Just coveted reconciliation... It almost feels like a dream.

And then you wake up.

So why bother seeing the world when you have her? She’ll take good care of a cute being like you. Who doesn’t want to be pampered, to be looked after with such endless affection... Is what Lisa prefers you to think. We all know that’s not the only thing that’ll be welcomed into your life, but maybe ─ you’ve already learned to cope with her antics. You’ve no choice, anyways.

Windborne Bard ─ Venti

mischievous, clingy, paranoid

He displays himself as just a silly little bard, a poet that arbitrarily showed up on an unfamiliar wind, with an unfamiliar face. Although nobody has ever bothered to question his identity, they’ve no reason to. Venti, or so the name they’ve been granted, spends plenty days writing songs on a whim, presents these wistful lyrics with a catchy beat, and escapes the scene before anyone can even comprehend to meet a troubled friend. An endless cycle that hasn’t been broken in decades. He’s roamed these colossal lands forever, watching silently as society began to establish and technology gets more advanced by each discovery, pushing Mondstadt towards a new age. He’s seen them all.

A forlorn child, dangling his tireless legs over a cliff, pondering over things.

Loneliness. A trait he’s learned to adapt to, knowing full well it’s going to be his true friend because such feeling would never leave him. Well, not until you came along the path. You’re intriguing, finally someone different from everyone else, a whole case of conflicting feelings. He tags along sometimes on your adventures for support, offering to guide you around because he knows Teyvat more than himself. You can trust him! You can trust him for anything... is what his heart claims, before taking that misplaced trust and tossing it aside to pull another possibly harmful prank, but it’s all fun and games. As if he’d let someone precious perish so easily in his hands, you’re taken in as his full responsibility despite it seeming the other way. That’s what he wants you to think. Besides, Venti is not only just a playful sonneteer, but Barbatos, an Archon who constantly oversees these lands.

You’re the only thing that matters in his dull life.

Terribly, terribly jealous. Paying attention to nearly anyone else will irk him. Even the slightest interaction with someone who shows interest in you will have him muttering curses under his breath, and still managing to pull through with a flimsy smile. Who is this invader you’re speaking with? What could you possibly talk about that is so important to ignore everything else? Pulling at your sleeves, a pout beginning to form the longer the conversation went on. If playing cute doesn’t work, then Venti will get confrontational. Whisking you away by the hand to a discreet location, coming up with an excuse to the stranger. He shrugs any questions off, immediately changing the subject to something more interesting ─ and it works. Now that he has that taken care of, looks like he stills needs to visit that stranger later tonight for... small talk.

Serenity never lasts. Not when he is forced to remember that mortals are still the fragile beings they are thousands of years ago. You may be able to handle yourself, that he doesn’t ever doubt, but there’s only so much things that could not kill you. He’s afraid... afraid you’ll find yourself in situations that require extreme luck to escape the inevitable known as Death. A friend of his happened to be a part of the unfortunate ones, proven when Venti currently wears his skin, not of choice. This is just to honor his dying wishes; the least he could do if he couldn’t do much to protect the only source of happiness at the time, a title you now bare with worry.

Venti has no choice but to resort to... objectionable methods. With a generic smile, he threatens you nicely: If staying by his side, safe and tucked away from any enemies dwelling in this world isn’t acceptable, then he doesn’t see anything wrong with killing you off from there on. You’re forgetting what he’s capable of. Furthermore, isn’t there something lyrical about dying to your partner’s hand, in their arms? The thought is so wonderful, he’s already thinking of writing a song about it to pass down to the next generations! You’ll live through him in spirit, and manifesting your body isn’t such a lousy idea. But you concave, cherishing life like the next person, prompted into spending your entire life with him exploring the crevices of the world. All these sights are picturesque, worth living for, and has you almost forgetting about this situation.

But remember, any struggles will result in suspicion, and any suspicion can result in death. Be mindful of your words, decisions, and so forth, Venti has a tendency of overanalyzing the tiniest of things, coming to conclusions of his own which typically aren’t the best inferences.

He’s never been this indecipherable, not in a long time. His eyes are ajar, locked onto your being, trying to find some indecision in your movement.

You’re not trying to leave... are you?

The Dark Side of Dawn ─ Diluc Ragnvindr

overprotective, skeptical, insaitable

A dapper young man in charge of the entire alcohol industry in all of Mondstadt, a city well known for its self-claimed freedom. Diluc Ragnvindr, living up to the embodiment of perfection, simply lives to protect his hometown from anything threatening, and to manage Dawn Winery, a tavern, making sure all beverages that are being served to his dear customers are the finest quality. He strictly chooses to do most of this on his own because clearly the so-called Knights of Favonius can’t handle guarding their city by themselves, nor can be blessed with his trust. He expects nothing short of excellence. If people can’t meet the set standards, then there’s no point in entrusting them with important tasks. They wouldn’t be able to fix what has been done.

Not even you can catch any breaks from that.

Unlike the rest, you’re somewhat likable... to a degree. Do not push it if you wanna keep it that way. To be rather new, and still be relied on is a huge accomplishment. Something to not be taken lightly. But the thing is, you weren’t trying to get on his side anyways, it’s just that you and Venti happened to use his comfortable tavern as an escapade ─ and he just happened to be there at the wrong time. Questioning your suspicious presence and why you’d look eerily similar to the suspected person the knights speak of... and ever since, you’ve been accepting any quests sent your way because Diluc rewards handsomely. You haven’t gotten much commissions after the first few weeks, so you’re truly thankful from the bottom of your heart to have received this much.

There’s not much he needs in life, but he still finds something for you to do when you are in need of some money.

Whether it’d be cleaning up the winery, serving customers, anything mild really. They’re not as daring as the first one anymore, but you’re never going to be caught complaining about it. Easy work. Easy cash. Of course you’re aware of how generous Diluc is despite that frigid exterior of his, so you’d make sure to do some extra things to try and make up for this unnecessary kindness he spares. Bringing him food you made warmly one lonely afternoon, opting to clean the tavern without pay because you were feeling rather gleeful that day, and recommending his wine to people all around Liyue if they craved some change in their lives. He doesn’t respond nor acknowledge these acts, but he sure doesn’t mind it. Not much are willing to pay back; not because they had to, but it was still nice knowing you’d feel the need to compensate.

Little did anyone know, you’re starting to earn his affection. Slowly but surely.

Rolling his eyes when Kaeya mentions you, his ‘precious assistant’ out of nowhere. This happens every. Single. Conversation. He didn’t have to go out his way to say something so stupid if he wanted to annoy him, his presence did that justice already. Diluc kicks him out hastily per usual, leaving him alone to revel in his own thoughts, and he starts having second thoughts about the matter. You’re a traveler. That’s been established since day one, never contained to one spot. Always on the move because the world needs someone generous to help them. You’ve always been willing to go beyond for anyone; friend or foe, it’s flowing madly in your blood.

He starts to worry.

Especially when you come late at night to the tavern, almost giving him a heart attack. Apparent bruises forming along your arms, cuts scattered all over your legs but you’d dare smile everything off, asking for a nice glass of grape juice to end this tiresome day. As if. His daunting eyes hardens, and his tongue sharpens when he tells you to head up to his room this instance. Diluc’s never raised his voice at you or anybody to say the least, not when his bitter tone says it all. Do not stall him any further. So you do as told, tears prickling the corner of your eyes, making your way up the stairs in defeat. You don’t know the reason why he’s gotten so furious, but it must be something severe.

You must’ve did something terribly wrong─

─which is painstakingly true. You’re terribly selfless, a trait he eventually comes to detest because of how much mayhem it brings to the table, unnecessary work. Too much kindness could only get you slaughtered in the end, he’s stressed this saying since the beginning, but you don’t bat an eyelash until the repercussions take immediate effect. That is why locking you up in his manor is something he deems essential in your life, a way to keep you away from constant danger as it has a thing for following you to the ends of the universe. Not that your permission would even matter at that point, this is for your own good. You’ll thank him soon enough when the time arrives, or you can stay ignorant to a fault. Either works. What matters is that you’re here now, and he doesn’t plan on ditching the role as your protector anytime soon.

He adores you, he truly does, but you must adore him back by following each of his instructions without a squeak. After all, every decision involving you are to be determined by him, and him only.

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!”

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.