#ch.xingqiu

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.

Wolf Boy ─ Razor

obsessive, stalker, uncertain

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

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

What have you done to him?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stay... still.

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

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

Razor does not know if he is wolf or human,

but he is happy either way.

Exquisite Delicacy ─ Xiangling

stubborn, stalker, harmless

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

Nothing negative cannot reach her... ish.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shining Idol ─ Barbara Pegg

clumsy, obsessive, insecure

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

So, why hasn’t she done so with you?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There’s so much better people out there.

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

You’re perfect.

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

Astral Reflection ─ Mona Megistus

obsessive, lucid, manipulative

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stars, do not lie.

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

Maybe that’s why humans do.

Juvenile Galant ─ Xingqiu

mocking, manipulative, curious

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

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

He craves them all.

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

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

My liege.

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

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

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

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

You were born for this moment.

Prinzessin der Verurteilung ─ Fischl

obsessive, delusional, vulnerable

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

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

She still has to keep up a cool image.

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

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

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

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

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

Alas, she is just a typical girl.

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

You make her feel at home.

No, you are her home.

Trial By Fire ─ Bennett

reckless, possessive, oblivious

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

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

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

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

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

His arm slings over your shoulder, tugging you closer.

How can I possibly help you...?

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

He’s no stranger to lust.

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

Frozen Ardor ─ Chongyun

protective, short-tempered, lucid

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You are now at his mercy.

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

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

You’ll just have to be corrected.

Shining diamonds. Velvet pouches. And the finest silk.

Everyone wants it all. They claim they need it or else they will die, going through substantial lengths to capture anything they can get their hands on whether the expenditures are splattered in blood of the innocent or not. Does it truly matter in such a world? Money is money, and for those to live amicably in Liyue Harbor must be endowed with lots of fortune in exchange for lifelong prosperity. The city stays busy, bustling with well-known aristocrats, hungry merchants, and the occasional clueless tourist who doesn’t know where to begin. If you choose to remain here, then you must carry a generous amount of funds to get by.

This is a life he is accustomed to.

Always have been growing up surrounded with wealthy, disingenuous individuals, but this is to be expected when being the second son of the Feiyun Commerce Guild, a name which shouldn’t be uttered in conversations so easily. Xingqiu doesn’t take their corruptive personalities personally. They are not to be blamed completely, he just hopes they’ll be eventually held accountable for any misconduct they are charged with by the power-famished empire. Despicable people.

Justice will somehow prevail at the end of the day.

However, justice is not by his side today…

Not when another troublesome smile is strained to another visitor that called out for him to one of the tables, showering him in all sorts of shallow compliments and obligated birthday wishes to fill in the silence. Something that happens every single year, from every single person. Maybe it would’ve been nice if these words were part genuine, but they’re not. He knows they do not care of him. Doesn’t take much brilliance when it’s scribbled on their unremarkable faces. All they care about is to set a good impression to a distinguished family, his family, in hopes of gaining more connections to the guild.

Everything that reeks of business.

You can see the relief finally cave over his shoulders when a familiar face motions him to an obscure corner. Excusing himself from the crowds in a hasty manner, before striding towards Chongyun pleasantly who only came by his abrupt notice. Looks like he’s here to help him escape from this ceremony, his own ceremony, in exchange for intel on haunted property that has yet to be disclosed to the public.

Even talking to friends requires a bit of business, best to benefit both parties.

Today is his birthday, October 9th to be exact.

Is it improper of him for wanting this day to be over?

For him to specifically request to his father if he could spend this occasion by himself with his family at most if he has to and be denied is troubling. Celebrating this event with a bunch of randomly selected guests who doesn’t know anything else other than his name and bloodline does not make this day any special. Pouring fine wine into carefully kept glasses, and serving them to the attendees whilst having to keep some lackluster conversation flowing is a liability. A tedious chore... One that is not any different than yesterday. Besides, everything he demonstrates to the world isn’t real, it’s all an act. A clever pretense of his because no one is willing enough to accept his interests; him. Xingqiu had a sudden curiosity for marital arts ever since he was six years old, studying, reading plentiful books on the subject to gain some knowledge to past time instead of running wild with other children. And then he practices what he’s learned somewhere hidden near the thundering waterfalls, mastering skills that haven’t proven useful until treasure hoarders struck. Such hobby of his is reportedly strange for whatever given reason: His brother blames it on the famed puberty, the maids thought of it to be a mistake, and his father would probably nab a heart attack.

What he doesn’t know won’t kill him.

Well, most of the things he does could end up bothering him, which is why they are kept a pretty little secret. One of plenty, locked away in an abyss stored at the back of his mind. A place that no one besides him should ever have access to. If they prefer to see him in an elegant light, then they shouldn’t bother to pry.

That’s not so proper of them.

And then there’s also his well-kept reputation. 

Oh so precious, he’s been building it as a child being well-mannered and studious. The moment his facades drop, is the moment everything crumbles. It’s a shame, really. People eventually change with time, but others are too ignorant of this fact ─ unable to let go of the past they either desperately miss, or cannot be bothered to accept change. New things.

They feel threatened over things that are foreign.

That, and Xingqiu truly does not feel like putting up a performance tonight. How can he set a stage when his favorite person won’t be attending to see it? There’s no point. To personally invite an outsider such as yourself to his own party is unacceptable, or so his family tries to claim. A traveler like you wouldn’t be able to understand their culture or how to act properly in front of a bunch of affluents, afraid that you’d ruin the event with careless banter, afraid that you’d ruin their reputation.

They’re wrong, you never had to understand.

All you had to do was be polite to everyone crossing your path. Like anyone else who cared enough to have manners. Everyone is in dire need of it, so he’s truly disappointed to hear their final answer... A little more than usual when these are the common views of his own brethren. To teach lots of valuable lessons (that could be applied academically, and to his daily life) and still hold prejudice so openly is distasteful of someone who claims to be graceful and all.

Do you see why he takes breathers outside?

So when he is given the opportunity to flee, he takes it with gratitude, and heads out the open window up the stairs bringing a batch of freshly made pastries along for the ride in case you were feeling hungry. Shouldn’t all that fighting drain lots of energy? Are you eating your meals properly? Where do you even stay? All these questions shall be asked later on tonight to help quell this uneasy feeling in his gut because you’re always out and about, doing something with your life at risk.

You’re starting to make his head hurt.

And by the looks of it, you seem to have a lots of time on your hands traversing the entire continent. Your official title is Honorary Knight of Favonius all across the vast regions, but it might as well be simply traveler, touching every crook and nanny of Teyvat within days. Days. Men take weeks trying to get to an area by boat, it’s an impressive ability. You spend your time discovering hilichurl fortresses, helping people in dire need of assistance, everything Xingqiu could ever wish for to fill in this initial silence. Not sit at the same window, staring endlessly in what felt like years at the mountains. Wondering what was a little farther down the hills, what currently awaits him if he’d just take a couple steps forward.

He’s envious of your world.

He wants to be a part of it.

For this is also a mutual desire of his own, and even considers joining you on an adventure for a little taste of freedom. Though he possibly couldn’t get involve just yet. He’s still in the restraints of Liyue. It’s impossible to leave whenever he wants, someone will assign an agent to track him down at whatever costs. troublesome, you shouldn’t be caught up in his problems. But hey, by all means, if there’s a way if he can somehow be involved in your troubles, he welcomes this whole. That way, there’s an excuse to leave the premises. Something to finally do.

Speaking of you, you just happened to be strolling mindlessly near the pier, interacting with merchants in order to purchase whatever item you’d came for. After the Dvalin incident, you decided to retreat further down South for a change, Qingce village to be exact thanks to the comforting lodging of Granny Ruoxin. Free of charge. There was no other business at Mondstadt to attend to besides the usual four commissions a day. Though you’d miss the close friends you’ve made along the way, it was time to tread on this path. Alone. Find new people who possibly had intel about your missing sibling. A shimmer of light, something to let you know that what you were looking for is surely there. In short, there was no point in staying still waiting for them to suddenly appear in front of your very eyes.

He stops you in your tracks.

Able to swing by smoothly, persuading you silently to come follow after him with his eyes. The time was around eleven at night, there’s nothing you had to do in the dead of night, so you trailed after him out of sheer curiosity. It’s been a while since Xingqiu’s shown himself after that book incident where he’d gone and manipulated you into doing the dirty work. Expected of an elite when their schedules are hectic. But all is fair, compensation was just as great as the scheme he pulled.

Still, you had your suspicions... Especially when he leads you to a secluded part of town, hidden away from the wandering eyes of the citizens.

No wonder your thoughts had let to somewhere, somewhere much more... devious. Not that you could help it.

“Hello traveler, I’m glad I caught you just in time. My apologies for the obscure location, I can’t have anyone seeing me out in the open right now,” He mules.

A simple greeting that somehow manages to have you flabbergasted for no apparent reason. Maybe it’s because you two are alone and Paimon is currently back at Mondstadt, doing whatever emergency food does in their spare time.

You’d whisper in response, huffing right after in hopes of catching some sweet, sweet air. Your stamina still had some work to do despite everything. Contrary, Xingqiu is eerily calm. As if the two of you hadn’t dashed passed guards, climbing over stone walls, and gliding without any breaks... It seems like his stamina was much more lasting than yours, someone who’s constantly on the move, and it makes you wonder what he does alone. 

“Ah... h–hi... It’s fine, I just didn’t expect to see you so sudden.”

He’s silent, unpleasantly silent. This makes you even more nervous. How were you supposed to keep a conversation flowing if he just stares at you so expectantly? He’s smiling at it too, eyes curved, talons sharpened, and enjoying your hesitation.

Your lack of restfulness eventually prompts you into remembering an event. You recall receiving a letter that talks of an important date not too long ago, maybe this is something that should be brought up in order to ease the nerves.

“Uhh and I almost forgot, happy birthday! I hope your party was to your liking.”

... Awkward.

“Thank you. I’d hope so too.” And, he still chooses to remain silent after that.

Why was he still... 

Oh dear, wait, of course he’d be like this. It was his birthday, perhaps he’s waiting for a gift of some sort because that’s what most people look forward to on their day, right? Something... that hasn’t been planned yet in this case. You were too caught up in the moment, busy worrying about preparing to fight a ruin hunter not too far from this area. Those enemies are not a joke. No way was there time to pull something out of your pockets, you don’t even have enough mora to give. Artifacts are expensive, after all, and literally everything else that is of importance.

So you blurt out whatever appears in your jumbled up mind.

“Um and, well... your present... uh, your present is... obviously me!”

That was a mistake, if, you wanted to keep your heart. Now it is caught in the meticulous hands of Xingqiu.

“Oh?” 

He smiles broadly.

Truth be told, he wasn’t expecting anything other than your sought out presence. There’s not much to crave in this halcyon of a life besides privacy which cannot be bought out of thin air. He’s just feeling more impish than usual, a tad bit curious to know what you, someone who just happened to find out about his birthday three days ago, would come up with when being brought suddenly into the blinding limelight. A nervous reply, silence, or maybe an actual gift. Who knows. The chances are highly slim, and either way, any answer would be welcomed nonetheless.

For you to say something so... suggestive, is the highlight of his night. No, the entire month. Nobody has ever said anything interesting in a while.

And that is the best present someone could ever give him.

“I see.” You cannot help burning up when his freezing hands find themselves cupping your cheeks. They’re so unnaturally soft for someone so cunning with their words, almost too welcoming to be brought into this surprise embrace, and a warm smile creeps up his rose-petaled lips is what brings this special moment to flourish all together. A memory you are willing to store at the back of your hazy mind, scared that it’ll go away if one of you even moves.

But he does, and his breath faintly touches your lips.

What a tease.

“What a thoughtful gift. I could just take you home with me, right now.”

Huh…?

You’re frozen. Or was it time? Hard to tell when his amber eyes burn themselves into your own. He’s so close. Too close for comfort, too close for friends, but you do not hate it.

Oh no, oh no, oh no─

“Heh, jesting. I am merely messing with you. Such pleasure is impossible to achieve... At the moment that is,” He chuckles fondly, cherishing the sweet expression you’re currently displaying. The space between you two widens when he withdraws himself reluctantly so you have a chance to catch your breath. A nice thing, really. If that were to go on a bit longer, who knows what your heart would do. Explode? Melt? Have an overload?

“Ah goodness, I really thought you had me with a blade to my neck.”

You sighed in relief, an action that could never go unnoticed by him, never. Not when his focus stays attached to you, for he finds everything you do to be intriguing. That, he responds in a mischievous manner, not any different than the other times you’ve gotten in a conversation with him.

“You’re surprisingly easy to mess with, [Name],” Xingqiu muses, his hands clasped together, “But that’s what I like about you. It is adorable.”

You huffed.

“Am not, you’re just too smart for you’re own good. It’s all those books you’ve been reading lately.”

“Is that so? I’m afraid we’re on not on the same page, dear. I only read those of martial arts, are we talking about those books?”

Then the silence falls, again.

He laughs, and you pout.

“Moving along. Come, sit here. Why don’t we both share these pastries made by yours truly, and carry on our lovely conversation to end this lovely night?”