#ch.venti

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.

Kaeya Alberich, and the Dependent Cat.

─ He’s always wanted a pretty pet. Better yet, one that can actually look after themselves when needed. Kaeya is a busy man, he can’t afford to stay with them all the time, so one independent brat will do wonders for this stale life. His schedule is usually packed to the brim, courtesy of being the right hand man of the acting grandmaster - surely you’ll come to understand the constant absence in his own home. This is to ensure your life is full of luxury, to keep himself busy, entertained. With that in mind, work will more than often be prioritized, leaving you deprived of his bittersweet affection. To come home after five days straight and be greeted by an unusually cuddly cat cuddling up to his leg is perhaps the best way to end a trip, getting the both of best worlds.

─ Everything you could ever want is at your disposal. Well, not without a tiny price. Nothing is free in this world, sooner or later you will know that. The catch is that you’ll have to indulge in his dark desires, let him have his way with you whenever he wants - nothing too out of the ordinary. Not finding out these dubious intentions until you are tied up all in baby blue silky ribbons one night, confused as to why you are in some strange dark basement when you recall dozing peacefully in the warmth of a fluffy bed. Not... whatever this is, catching a glimpse of Kaeya of what little light the fire aluminates from the melting candle.

Funny... you don’t seem to mind.

─ Compared to most, staying with him shouldn’t be as frustrating. Want to roam outside without supervision? Go ahead, he’s not even home most of the time to supervise. You’re practically a free woman, except, you’re not when depending on his income, his earnings in order to stay under a roof. You’ve no family that is alive, or close friends. Not that there was a chance to accumulate some. It was just you in this life, and now Kaeya. He was so generous to accept some stranger into his lovely abode. He was generous enough to regard you as family. Will you betray that spared kindness?

07. But A Taste

“Tell me what you want.”

He’s touching everywhere but there. Warm fingertips tracing the crooks and crannies of your body gently, shivering at his dubious touch. You are shamefully bare to a one-man audience and for some reason, that seemed all the more embarrassing. Not even safe in expensive undergarments as they are strewn about the floor - leaving you naked and vulnerable for the taking. Of course not just for anyone’s taking.

Only him, naturally.

“Y-You’re... s-so mean.” You hiccuped in what seems like apparent fear, showing him that precious, ruined face. One he’s tempted on capturing a picture of, and framing it for his office desk for motivational support on a hard day.

Foolish girl. 

Don’t you know you’re only pushing him to do more? He does all these horrible things for these types of reactions, you know. They’re addicting to elicit, hooked on the rush of power as a heated breath leaves his throat, delirious for more. 

“Ah, but... you don’t dislike it, do you?” Kaeya purrs rather madly, withdrawing his hands making you squirm. “You’re soaking wet already and I haven’t even touched you properly... How cute.”

How pathetic.

Not that there’s any problem. You’re best like this, needy, honest for once. Sometimes you need to be put in your place.

“Be honest and speak. We both know what you truly want.” 

You glance at him, then everywhere else.

Confused - conflicted on this matter because it is not like you were asking for this...

“I am waiting,” he murmurs lowly. 

Yet he was not wrong.

You’re getting colder the longer this spiel went on, not sure if it was his vision’s doing or the absence of your clothes in this freezing dungeon. Whatever the case may be, you wanted some form of heat. Fast.

Defeated, eyes glued to the ground you’d beg,

"P-Please... touch my p-pussy... M-Master...”

Razor, and the Perfect Bunny.

─ Aren’t you the perfect match - a wolf and its terrified prey. Not an unusual duo, except this time he’s found a way to coexist with you without wanting to devour you from head-to-toe… yet. He’s aware of the way his family stares back at you in hunger, hiding in the shadows waiting for a slim chance to strike. No matter how many times they are informed that you are his, they still crave a small bite. That cannot be blamed but, they won’t ever get an opportunity to. Only Razor is allowed such divinity, always wanting to leave a mark on your exposed skin every chance he gets.

─ Your new home is a shallow cave hidden within Wolvendome, decorated with basic furniture crafted in pine wood. There’s not anything fancy besides maybe a bed and a scruffy couch. Be free to add somethings if it is not to your taste. He doesn’t care about the appearance as much as the function. It’s a home meant to provide shelter at best, guests shouldn’t be expected and catered to... Unless you are referring to the future kids you will bring. Then yes, renovating would be a nice idea when the time arrives. As of now, this place will do just fine.

Oh? You’ve never heard of this?

─ But of course, children are a must! The beauty of life shines brilliantly between universes. Mother nature blessing him and his partner with liters of kids to care for is simply a huge honor. You two might be fairly young for the responsibility of children, just coming into your early twenties. Nevertheless, that doesn’t stop him from trying to knock you up. Even if a tiny ounce of cum seeps out, he will just make sure to give you thrice of much to make up for the loss. Can’t be too careful now. And to his benefit, you’ve already probably blacked out by the tenth round. His stamina does not falter, not when there’s a hole waiting to be ravaged.

08. Instinct

His untrimmed nails claw deeply onto your round hips as he burrows himself further into your tight walls. Thrusting in without restraint, losing himself in this immense pleasure he’s all too familiar with. It’s like your cunt is sucking him in, refusing to lose the vice grip hold until the insides are painted white - full of him. Full of untamed love.

You must want this. You have to.

A sweaty hand is smacked square onto your blubbering mouth to keep erotic sounds from slipping loose, muffling all your moans, whines, cries for mercy so no one else can hear these melodies. They are all his to horde and indulge.

But if that part were true, then why has Razor decided to take you here out of all places?

This is a public area, public. Anyone can freely roam in this territory for it belongs to no one, anyone can stumble upon this passionate affair by chance and the thought terrifies you down to the core. You would never show your face to the world ever again if that transpired, and Razor would’ve liked that result. 

Although, it’s not like you can prevent this from happening.

You’ve collapsed. Unable to stay balanced and secure on your bruised, sore knees, doing your best to stay conscious during this brutal session on your arms. Razor is ignorant to a fault. He’s so focused on pleasuring himself, using your body as an outlet for sinful desires, a way to let out all the pent up stress society has caused him over the past years. 

“[Name]…” he grunts to himself.

The thought of your stomach swollen with his kids give him all the more reason to impregnate you.

Venti, and the Kitty - Achew!

─ What was it… The Kätzleins? They’ve been around for a while, doing their own thing in Mondstadt like anyone else. Who knew there was another member of the feline family, one who only comes out of hiding when the moon resurfaces for you are nocturnal, and a tad anxious around lots of people. You are typically seen at Cat’s Tail, serving moderate drinks that can’t compare to Diona’s specialties but they’re smooth enough to kick off the night. Your stature is that of a child; short, small, and a baby face to pull it together. Nobody would guess that you were twenty two, but nobody takes the time to listen either which leaves you pouting all the more - adding fuel to these misconceptions.

─ Hanging out at the usual tavern seemed dull this night. There was a craving for something different, interesting, and he figures Cat’s Tail will do alright despite the unpleasant name. Apparently, the cocktails there are beyond spectacular. Suspiciously so. If that part turns out to be true, then sneezing all day long would be worth some fine quality alcohol - the best of the best. Maybe there will be some new regulars to get to know. And all in all, there are actually no cats in there besides.. cat hybrids. You’re the only one on shift, tending to a few customers - pulling a few cool tricks here and there when mixing cocktails left and right. The atmosphere here is much more vibrant and lively than Angel’s Share, leaving a strong taste on his tongue. He will be coming here more often.

Furthermore, what intrigues him particularly is the lack of allergies.

─ His face isn’t swollen, his throat hardly itches, and his nose isn’t running. He doesn’t feel like dying and that’s the most important part that will dictate your entire future. You’re the only cat he isn’t reacting negatively to so far. How crazy is that! This is a phenomenon that needs to be thoroughly researched, he needs to get to the very bottom of this discrepancy because you might be the answer to removing the damned barrier between him and felines. Venti would appreciate the help if you complied. Funny enough, that goal would soon change as he gets to know you.

Your innocence is an appealing factor of yours, having the desire to tear you up.

09. Corruption

Tonight, you are at Angel’s share, the competition. A surprise for Diluc. The bard was as nice to invite you for a couple of drinks, his treat, as a small thanks for your service. For everything, really. Business was starting to get really busy from the sudden rise in customers and you figured drinking with a buddy for the first time should recharge the batteries that died out.

Sounds like a blast.

“Wh.. What are you d-doing?”

Everything was spinning. The room is, his face is and it’s making you giggle uncontrollably to yourself like a giddy schoolgirl.

He’s made sure to not get hammered which wasn’t too hard. Your physique made things a breeze, two, three glasses of dandelion wine already has your vision blurring into the warm background, losing focus on what topic crossed your mind in an instance. It is clear that someone needs to take care of you. Else you’d fall into the wrong pair of hands, and no one wants that. Of course, you can count on Venti. He’s escorting you up the stairs like a gentleman would do, hand hovering your own as he leads you to a dreary room with a bed and some dust collecting. 

It hasn’t been used in a while, but the owner was as nice to let the two of you occupy that space. For free. 

How can he complain when you are at his mercy?

“Your body is starting to feel really hot, kitty. I don’t think you’d want to sweat in your sleep, right?” Venti chirps happily, “I’m doing you a favor. Have some trust in your friend.”

His reasoning had some sense. That, or you’re just really messed up to truly understand.

You’d stretch out your arms in a similar fashion as your cousin, yawning as he’d pull off the clothes that confined your beauty without any hesitation, leaving the cute undergarments untouched, unpicked. Assisting you, who stumbled across the floorboards entirely, getting the pretty oblivious cat settled in the surprisingly comfortable mattress.

Seems like you’d knock out the moment your head touches the pillows.

Oh, a mistake. He cannot wait any longer.

“Goodnight, I’ll be sure to wake you up once the sun rises. I promise.”

He’ll murmur suavely as his fingers slip hastily into your panties. 

Xiao, and a Hopeless Dog.

─ You are still human; a mere mortal in puppy clothing, a pathetic little thing he’d vow to protect like you are his only redemption. The power between you two is beyond imbalanced, but you do not seem to care as you are lost in your own stupid world, chasing after crystal flies and skittering squirrels for temporary entertainment. To think that Xiao would come to favor someone now makes him snicker, especially one who’s head is always in the clouds - dreaming over such moronic things. Is it human desires, or your own? Both are meaningless to him and will not change his stance because there is some sort of fondness for you and that, you will remain at his side until death tear you apart.

─ Looking after you is now a duty he holds with riveting impatience. Too much energy is being exerted, unsurprisingly, and he’s forced to be a saint for once - which he isn’t executing quite well... What he can say however with confidence is that his patience is being strengthened on the long run. Slightly, but surely.

— Most of the time you are confined in a home. There really isn’t a need to worry over you... right? No one knows where that location is besides Zhongli, naturally. Xiao is just paranoid. And stingy. To Hell you would be near a region where civilization currently thrives, he’d take you somewhere far, far away. A stranded island, an undiscovered one to be more specific. Albeit, given his perpetual duties, that would be a major issue. Do him a favor, won’t you, and just be an obedient little pet. There’s already so many things he has to worry about. 

10. Salvation

You were just playing.

It’s in your nature; to beg for attention, to be annoying as humanly possible as a sign of trust, a token of abundant affection for the owner. You’d often show fondness by playfully tugging on his shirt, trying to get him to join you on your efforts in messing with some unassuming individuals for entertainment. But they’re always harmless! Cute even might we add. They always share a laugh or two for the sudden mood lifter, patting your soft ears as an appreciation. 

That never fails to make you happy.

Praise! Yay!

On the other hand, Xiao is far from amused. 

Let’s be honest, when was he ever?

That ruse, or whatever nonsense you want to call it isn’t funny. Pursing his lips in disdain, scoffing for you to hurry up and finish what you originally came here for and to not chitter chatter.

You are wasting his time.

If it was such a peeve, he could just let you wander into towns on your own if he hated crowds that much... No. That’s forbidden. Who knows what could happen? You could get seriously injured... or perish if he isn’t too careful. 

So why did you decided that wandering off, alone, was a good idea. 

You’re bright. Full of vigorous hope, love, plenty affection - things that are absent in his life.

He hopes it’ll still remain after he’s done with you.

With his claw-like fingers swiftly clasping around your frail neck in a blinding fury, tightening, further restricting the airflow to your brain, you start seeing things that aren’t supposed to be there.

Xiao seethes, 

“I am going to ruin you.”

Xingqiu, and the Willing Puppy.

─ Your dog-like features are only a plus. What really has him sold is your domestic nature. His household has taken you in as another member of the affluent family, and as a result, Xingqiu has directed all of his attention onto you out of boredom. You’re completely dependent; can’t seem to amuse yourself or let roam alone without causing havoc in the hallways, always in need of someone to entertain you, shower you in all types of suffocating affection. To say the least, he has start to see you as a plaything, a pet right below his feet - one he can mess with and not suffer the consequences.

You will take it, it is your duty.

─ He still has his nice moments, don’t get this situation entirely wrong. They’re just so sparse which makes it all the more cherishing. You’re supposed to be suspicious when he’s forgiving. Question his intentions at least, raise an eyebrow or two in doubt... but you don't. Your tail wags delightfully in oblivion reveling in the rare praise - hearts beating rampantly in your eyes. If it isn’t obvious by now, you’re just too trusting… What is there to dislike?

─ His favorite thing to do is manipulate situations that makes you highly uncomfortable. Think of it as a huge help to his studies. When composing a fictional novel, there is still a need for it to be somewhat accurate - which is why such trouble requires lots of time and research. You’ll do good as the actor of his play. You always listen. As for the book(s) that is currently in the works, it’s probably best if you don’t figure out what the content contains.

11. Pet

You’re more quiet than usual on a walk through Liyue Harbor. Not the hyperactive little sport checking out every stall seen, chasing after the flock of poor birds looking for peace, drooling over the overwhelming scent of lotus crisps that wafts through the air. It’s uncanny in a sense. He can’t get used to you treading silently behind him like a lost pup in desperate need for its mother. 

This is not entertaining. Not at all.

Has Xingqiu finally managed to crawl under your skin? Are you rebelling for the first time ever because you are sick of his games? What has you acting like this?

And it’s not until someone tugs at his sleeve, interrupting these frustrating thoughts. Glancing towards his right to see what could possibly be the problem this time, assuming it to be another bothersome stranger asking about his family.

“Xingqiu... need to, I...” your grip weakens along with your voice, squeezing your thighs tight in order to prolong the urge.

“Ah...” 

So that’s what it was.

Doesn’t take much thinking to understand, even a hilichurl could tell what’s going on. The fact that you’d turn to him instead of excusing yourself and finding one on your own is fascinating. You were given no instructions for this, no protocols, no rules. Yet here you are glancing up at him in discomfort. In need of some sort of relief, direction.

Lovely.

“...Restroom.”

You’ll nod desperately, satisfied the message came across without having to explain. Your master is smart, you love him so, so much!

Hm... 

For making him overthink, maybe he should try something a little dubious.

Bending down slightly till your ears are of reach, he whispers things that’ll surely make you want to cower.

“I wonder what all these other people would think if they see you carelessly wet the floor. Disgusted...? Flustered, even. Should we test this out?”

You’re whimpering at his words, shaking your head no, no, no - how can he say such vulgar stuff like that so openly?

This is all too easy. 

Well, his puppy is too easy to play with.

“Jesting, jesting, my dear. Let’s head to a secluded area, shall we? I’ve been messing with you too long.” 

Lips pursed, you’d sigh in relief - a smile making an appearance, skipping to the destination Xingqiu leads you to - completely obvious to what he has in mind.

He’s not expecting you to use a washroom like any other person.

You’re a dog, you must learn to adapt to doing your business outside.

Zhongli, and the Spoiled Cat.

─ Aren’t you just asking to be taken care of? Those glistening, starry eyes, so ever interested in things that are unknown, faulty. Attracted to situations that only calls for trouble, it is merely an instinct of yours, a cat’s instinct. That is why you are in need of someone to keep you grounded, someone to keep you away from such dangers, and Zhongli is the perfect guardian, the only one who is able to take care of you. He’s able to coax you into his welcoming arms effortlessly, promising to offer you the entirety of this world if you’ll surrender, and become his. The propose is tempting enough for even a stray kitty like you to concave. Having a home to come to, plenty food and clean clothing, there is no reason for you to not accept his overwhelming generosity.

─ But after a few weeks of getting situated into his estate, really, all you do is lounge around in the living room near the warm fire-place, sprawled up along the sand-bearer wooden planks stretching your petite form with a small yawn. Sometimes you’re curl up along his comforting lap in the study, drifting to a peaceful slumber as he reads you another story with his soothing, velvet voice. Declaring this as your personal Heaven is an understatement. Dreamland is a more fitting name, things that’ll realistically never come true if you hadn’t bumped into him on one of your nightly walks alone a stony path, waiting for someone to take you away.

─ Looks like you’ve warmed up to this comfortable lifestyle, cute. But don’t be too hasty, there are still a list of complicated rules to be followed now that you are under his care. His house, his supervision, his guidelines. That is why you’ll listen wordlessly without protests. You’ve no power to. One of your favorite things to do is to bask under the sunlight, curl up in soft grass, feel the authentic warmth from the Sun. You can’t do this without him present. It’s not that there isn’t trust, he just doesn’t trust everything else around you. You’ll understand, won’t you? Rules are present for a reason; your existence is proof enough.

12. Difference Apparent

“I can’t... can’t take anymore... t-too much for me...”

Salty tears squeezed out from the corner of your eyes with your cute whimpers. The sheer size of his cock slowly forcing its way into you has your carefully trimmed claws digging into your tiny palms. It’s so painful, brutal, a length like his shouldn’t possibly be able to stuff itself in your tight little cunt no matter how good it may feel for him. You weren’t made for this. Cat girls weren’t made to be bred by their owners because of their smaller stature, but it doesn’t stop those very few from trying.

He is confident.

You were made for him, and you will take all of him.

“... A couple more inches, you’re almost there.” 

Zhongli’s gentle reassuring does but a dent on your worries. He’s not even half way in yet, determined to hit the back of your womb at the very least. One more push and surely you’ll begin to break, body and mind, but the thought of being ravished by the person you cherish most is very tempting... Especially when some part of you wants to become his completely.

He is someone you care deeply for, after all.

.. That is, until reality hits.

Wait, no no no- you’re panicking, it’s scribbled all over your face, there’s no way he can fit all of that inside. That’s not gonna work-

Trying to wiggle yourself out of this predicament, off of him, and not being able to because you’ve came undone so many times on his experienced fingers - because you are hindered with intense pleasure from earlier.

He notices the little escape attempt.

“How disappointing,” he murmurs lowly, large hands grabbing onto the curve of your hips possessively, pushing himself impossibly deeper making you choke further on your own cries.

It’s so uncomfortable.

You’re huffing, digging your nails into your hand to try and distract yourself from the dull pain that pulsates as your frail body tries to accommodate the sudden stretch, clenching his cock even tighter - making him groan lowly.

“Good girl... See, I knew you could do it. You just have to trust me, dear.”

That’s all you have to do in life.

His hands, ever so gentle, dives down to pet your hair forcing an instinctive purr out of your swollen throat. Telling you how amazing you feel, how good you’re taking him - anything that’ll get you to stop tensing up and to relax.

But… that fullness in your stomach, like you’re being impaled on a spear feels so strange. The more you breathed in the more you can feel him through your guts, leaving you to hold your breath.