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— Zhongli

Life with the Geo Archon was luxurious— as one would say— his feats and earned riches was something everyone envies and wishes to covet.

But not you.

You have always been on the minimalist side, opting to spend your time more in the outdoors of your home and sitting upon the quiet meadows— underneath a tree.

A soft tune of a bird was enough to humour you, as well as the sight of a few faunas dallying around was enough to entertain you.

You weren't interested in any gold or whatever riches were there that existed.

But sadly, one day, you fell in love with the brutish and power seeking God of the Rock.

He caught your eye just as you caught his.

His lifestyle was very much the opposite from yours and that intrigued you to the core. From peeping behind a tree to watch him train— to eventually talking to him and becoming acquainted with each other.

You caught his eye, just as he caught yours.

Every moment spent with him was always filled with a mixture of fear and thrill on seeing him do his daily conquest on territories he had set his eyes on.

Disgusts also fill you, but it would always quickly go away just as it came whenever he brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear with a bloody hand.

His piercing amber eyes were always so dominating and intimidating to what unfortunate figure it would land its sights. But it was always the opposite with you.

Instead of a cold and calculating gaze— he was soft. His eyes turned soft the moment he saw you. Offering you a simple gift that you would always gratefully take from his bloody hands.

Despite feeling uncomfortable being with him, you push through. Because no matter how violent and terrifying he was, his physical behaviour was always different with you.

So different that even Guizhong noticed it and the teasing words would always make you blush and deny such assumptions.

But, from mere acquaintance to friends, soon— you two became something more.

It was like being in cloud nine every single day.

His touches were gentle, his words were sweeter than honey. He asked you to move in with him— live with him and reside within the comfortable warmth of his grand abode.

He treated you with such care it was tooth achingly sweet.

Every moment spent with him— every kiss, every hug, every passionate night with him was something every woman wished to have.

Until,

The day came.

Where you saw just how maddeningly sweet he was, that it was beginning to make you understand why your whole being itches for you to leave.

And you should've listened from the start.

You should've never signed that contract.

His touches were still gentle, but they had a tinge of possessiveness in them. His words were sweeter than honey but they had a tinge of disturbing meaning to them.

Every kiss, every hug, every passionate night, every moment with him was once so wholesome— now turned possessive and controlling. He applied his brutish and cold behaviour into your relationship and that made you feel suffocated.

Eventually, things got worse.

Your every movement was monitored, you weren't allowed to take even a small step outside, and your interaction with anyone turned from limited to no contact at all. Unless it was him.

Life with the Geo Archon was luxurious— as one would say— his feats and earned riches was something everyone envies and wishes to covet.

But not you.

You hated every single bit of it.

Every kiss, every hug, every passionate night, every moment with him was once so wholesome— now turned forced and abusive.

He applied his brutish and cold behaviour into your relationship and that made you feel hysterical.

Every night in your room was spent with his forceful behaviour. What was once such a passionate lover's dance turned into a torturous and nightmarish cycle.

And it got worse when the heavens above showed signs of a full blown war approaching.

Your screams were left unanswered and no one bats an eye, simply prefering to appease the Geo Archon to avoid getting themselves kneeling at the end of his spear.

He became more cruel, more strict, more greedy.

Forcing you to muster up the courage to finally run away. And never looking back.

How did you do it? You couldn't recall and didn't care. You were far too busy to flee away and into your new profound freedom.

All hell breaks loose the day you went missing. That it was considered too brutal to even write down in history.

And he has never been happy since then. He made a vow to be much more firm with you once he catches you back.

Holding a grudge with irritation and frustration that you dared to break your contract with him.

A grudge that he still carries with him till the present time.

And that would mean now.

Currently, you were walking in disguise. Living amongst the mortals that dwelled most of the land, interacting with them as if you were one of them.

It was another normal day for you— except, it wasn't. You happen to meet a curious fellow on your way to your usual market, and he strikes up a rather interesting conversation between the both of you.

Aether was his name.

Funnily, you thought his name was something you had heard before but had forgotten where.

Perhaps you were just imagining things.

Yes.

Lately, you have been feeling odd. As if your guts were telling that something big was about to come. Though, you merely brush it off and thought nothing of it.

Such a foolish move, no?

"The usual please." You smiled, handing over the precise amount of mora towards the merchant in front you.

She smiled in return and gave you what you bought. "Thank you for your purchase, please come visit again, (Y/n)."

"I will." You waved her off and went on on your way. Thinking of what to do for the day as you walked—

"I knew it."

"—?"

As if a wave of coldness struck you hard, you froze in your spot.

That voice— "For centuries I have searched for you," That oh-so familiar voice...

"For centuries I had left no stone unturned, for centuries I walked the land through every nook and cranny,"

Your eyes widened, feeling a gloved hand being brought down onto your shoulder. And it almost made you drop everything you were holding.

—!?

"But after all that," The voice was close. Close next to your ear.

"I have finally found you, (Y/n)."

You screamed when the man threw you on to the hard cold floor.

It all happened so fast. You were frozen in fear the moment you realised who you had encountered, and that encounter led you being dragged against your will and being thrown inside his humble abode.

He didn't waste anymore time as he got on top of you. "Years all gone to waste in search of you." Zhongli hissed, gripping both your wrist and making you unable to move despite all your struggles.

"But now, I have finally got you back." Slowly, he leaned closer to your ear. "And this time, I'll be sure to tighten my hold. I'll never let you go again."

"Argh!" You screamed in pain and tried kicking him away, but he was far too strong for you.

"Please, let me go! I don't want to go back!" Yelling at the top of your lungs was useless, and it also hurt. But what else could you do? Other than struggling there pathetically and pleading with him with eyes full of tears.

The sounds of clothes ripping of both yours and his filled the ambience of the room. Your desperate cries and his sounds of emotions being released after years of bottling it up— pretending to be a simple minded man who blended with the mortals— now turned into a beast unhinged released from its cage.

"P-Please not this— I don't want this!" You've done this before, and nothing worked. So why still do it?

The brunette growled and his amber coloured eyes stared down at you with such a piercing gaze. "You were not meant to leave me. You broke our contract."

"Ah—!!" A pained scream burst out from your lips, tears violently ran down your face as he began violating you like before. Your bare body was once again tainted by his dragon-like hands, and his cocks ravaged you like there's no tomorrow.

"You were my first, so you shall be my last." He whispered, moving his hip like a wild animal as you wailed there, taking it involuntary.

"And I intend that you see through it."

The moment you signed that contract was the day you had sealed your fate. It was your own fault. The signs were there, but stupid you ignored it as you silently prayed it was simply a trick of your own imagination.

But now you are beginning to beg to differ, aren't you?

Zhongli came and forced you to take his seed from within. You reached your own climax too— against your will, and your vision began to be blurry.

You don't know how many times he has filled you with his disgusting substance but you were certain you passed out from exhaustion, and he was still going.

You concluded that there was no escaping, and this was your punishment. The punishment for leaving and for being so naïve. Now you face the consequence, as you suffer the wrath of the rock.

— Xiao

You wept as you were pinned down by force on the bed.

An unhinged demon growled on top of you, grinding your thigh between his legs. You whimpered and shook with fear.

This wasn't how you planned your night to go.

You promised yourself you would simply be ending things on good terms with your lover— but everything suddenly went downhill the moment you mentioned leaving him.

You cried as Xiao growled above you.

"You dare think about leaving me?" He spat. "After all the trouble you went through just to have my heart— you now wish to throw it all away?"

The Yaksha exclaimed, tightening his grip on you. You cried and tried to plead with him.

Achieving Xiao was one of the biggest achievements you have ever earned, and loving him was a bonus. He was everything you had dreamed of, except for his cold side personality that he often gives off— but you managed.

All was swell really, until you accidentally found out about karmic debt he had been struggling to get away from for years. And in secret, you did your research and found out more about it.

Since then, you have become more distant— more cautious around his person. Fearing what he'll do if whatever curse that he was avoiding gets to him.

And he noticed it too.

Your silly little head forgets that he was no human, and such a creature as he possessed eyes that of a hawk.

He saw how you were more aloof with him, in comparison to your human friends. Xiao began to overthink things that maybe perhaps you had finally regretted ever being with him. But you had placed so much effort into being acquainted with him, and you were just to throw it all away in just a snap?

How stupid of you.

"X-Xiao please, let me expl—"

"Silence!"

"Ah!"

You yelped in pain, as he seethed in anger. "You spent all those times chasing me deliberately no matter how many times I pushed you away,"

He neared your ear, "And now that I have reciprocate your feelings, you dare to leave me?"

Your heart beat thumped so fast in your chest, that you fear you would die with your heart bursting out before Xiao could have his way with you.

"After I finally decided to love you, you want to end it all...?"

Now, you just feel guilty because of what he said. But you knew it within you that you had every right to break everything up.

"Was everything just a joke to you?"

Xiao's eyes glinted with an unsettling intensity as he clutched on your wrists, using his body weight to prevent you from getting away.

"You can't leave me, (Y/n). We were meant to be together, forever."

The atmosphere thickened with tension as your plea echoed, "Please, Xiao, let go." But in Xiao's distorted reality, love had become an unrelenting grip, refusing to release its hold.

Suddenly, your clothes were ripped to bits. With one hand, he held you steady while the other forced you to reveal yourself bare in front of him.

With eyes widening, you shouted, "Wha— Wait no! This is t-too far!"

You stared at him, but all you could see was an unsettling determination in his eyes hinted at a perilous obsession that refused to release its grip.

Your desperate scream echoed through the room, "Let go, Xiao! Stop!" But Xiao, blinded by obsession, remained steadfast, his love morphing into a disturbing possession.

The room filled with a heavy disturbing tension as you struggled to free yourself, fear etched across your face.

Ignoring your plea, he continued to obsessively profess his undying love, leaving an eerie chill in the air, a stark reminder of a relationship unravelling into unsettling territory.

"Let me engrave it into your mind." He whispered, "You were my first, so you shall be my last."

In a dimly lit room, a place where no one could hear you nor disturb you from where you were, Xiao— your once beloved Yaksha— violated you against your will.

"..ah...ngh..." The demon grunted as he kept on pushing himself inside you. "Ha..so..tight.."

While you were weakly sobbing and taking it forcefully. You had no more energy left, and even if you did, there was no way you could push off a very strong non-human creature on top of you.

Tears streamed down your face as you trembled in the dimly lit room. The air was heavy with tension, suffocating your senses. "Please, just let me go," you pleaded again— knowing it was hopeless, your voice quivering.

He continued to touch you, in ways that only a genuine lover could. But he was no longer genuine, not anymore.

His thrusts were that of an animal. His pants and grunts fill the room, along with your pained sighs and cries. A mixture of both pain and the involuntary wave of pleasure, crashing upon both of you like a tidal wave.

You did everything you could to rebel against his movements, but none seemed to work, and defying him was only hurting you more. But you were determined to try despite the excruciating pain.

"Ah— ah..." Tears that could fill a river made your sight blurry, but he didn't care. He'll only bother to wipe them once he is done with you, but that will have to wait.

"Mm~ this..." He pants. "This is for your own good, ngh...~" Or so he says, clearly he was deep into his delusions.

"This would've been much more pleasurable had you not come to spoil what was on between us."

And he was pointing fingers at you, as if blaming you for the things that were happening to you.

Eventually, his thrusts began to lose its rhythm for a bit— indicating that he was close. And the moment you fear what'll he do next was about to come true.

Your sobs grew louder, a desperate symphony of fear and resignation. You knew, deep down, that escape from his delusional grasp seemed impossible.

A whimper escapes past your lips, trying to squirm away from him for the last time. "Please— ugh...ah— fu—" You cried, "Not i-inside....."

"Quiet." He snapped, "Mh, fuck..." He was close to reaching his climax, and sad to say, so were you.

"Bear everything I gave you, it's the least you could do for attempting such a foolish move of leaving me." Grunting, Xiao held you steady and pushed his cock deep inside your cunt.

Your body moved against your will and you hated every bit of it.

"Stop, I don't want—"

"You don't have a say in this."

He came with one last harsh thrust, making you arch your back as you cried out in forced ecstasy.

He spilled everything inside of you, tainting you with his torment from the inside.

You caused so much trouble in being with him, and his love was what you wanted right? So why are you crying like a pathetic child when he has given exactly what you wanted.

In the distorted realm of his twisted affection, you knew that freedom was an illusion, and the only certainty was the perpetual torment of a love gone horribly wrong.

You've come this far.

No way in fucking hell are you even thinking of going back.

Cuts and blood stained your skin, as your clothes were ripped and torn as you ran through the thick and dark forest of Teyvat. Climbing high ass mountains was definitely a death sentence, so you opted to run through a much less rocky path for your life.

You supposed being hurt by sharp branches and twigs was better than climbing very tall rocks.

Speaking of rocks, you were running away from the man you once thought was the love of your life.

The Geo Archon, he revealed, was insane to the bone and you never would've guessed that. You consider yourself fortunate that you happened to find out all that was happening to you.

Friends and family whom you've cherished ever so dearly, came back with news of them dying horrible deaths— the look and stares of people whenever you pass by was something you did not fail to not notice.

And that just so happens you connected all dots to him, and when you had confronted him about it— he began singing his 'undying love' for you. Claiming he was simply doing what he thinks is best for you.

Of course, you scoffed at that and mentioned breaking up with him. Just imagine the face he made when you made such a declaration.

And thus why, you were on the run.

Running for your life— and quite literally at that.

"Argh—!"

You yelped, tripping on a large root. The jagger ground didn't soothe your fall as you hissed in pain. But you wasted no more time and began to pick yourself back up.

Every stride taken, you pushed yourself harder, determination fueling your movements. The forest seemed to stretch endlessly before you, a daunting maze of shadows and whispers. You knew you had to keep going, had to find a way out before he could catch up to you.

Moonlight filtered through the foliage, revealing tears streaming down your face. Fear fueled your escape, and determination drove you deeper into the heart of the forest.

Zhongli's voice then echoed behind you.

He was faster and getting closer than you thought.

His voice was a haunting melody of anguish and rage. Shadows danced on the trees as he pursued you relentlessly, his footsteps gaining ground. And panic surged through you as you realized the gravity of your situation.

With every step, the forest felt like it was closing in around you, a labyrinth of uncertainty. The thicket became denser, almost slowing you down, but you pressed on, driven by a desperate need for freedom. The night air was thick with tension, and your senses heightened with each passing moment.

Suddenly, a break in the foliage revealed a small clearing bathed in moonlight. Your heart soared with hope, sprinting towards it, the air thick with anticipation. You stumbled out into the open space, chest heaving as your eyes scanned the surroundings for any sign of danger.

Just as you began to relax, a shadow loomed from behind, and you were horrified to see the very God you sought to escape, emerging from the darkness, his amber coloured eyes were wild with obsession.

"To even think of escaping my clutches was such a foolish thought, my dear."

His tone had a hint of growl in it, as if he was disappointed and annoyed at your pathetic attempt.

And before you even think, Zhongli got you cornered.

His godly power showed you just how powerful he was, and a mere human like you didn't stand a chance against an Archon like him.

His eyes glinted with a disturbing mix of desperation and obsession. "You can't escape from me, (Y/n)," he hissed, his hand found itself around your wrist and his grip on your trembling arm was tight.

Your heart pounded inside your chest as you tried to back away, mind racing for a way out. But there was no escape this time. His sheer strength alone was not to deter you hopelessly. You could tell he was holding back, for if he wasn't— he would have already broken a bone.

With no other choice, you were forcibly led back through the forest, each step echoing the surrender of your freedom.

Forced to be dragged back to your little home, your tear stained face looked blankly at the window as you watched the pitter patters of the rain.

No amount of yelling or begging could bring the Geo Archon to his senses, all words spoke of sheer pleading and request for freedom were all met with a kiss added with an embrace so suffocating you couldn't walk for a week, and the sharp threat of killing innocent people if you ever dared to leave him again.

You've come to accept your fate by now.

You couldn't risk having innocent lives die a pointless death just because you wanted to be free. The thought of it— freedom— and their deaths was what you deemed not worth it.

You hate it. You hate how you value the stakes of others instead of yours.

The doors to your pris— room— opened, and in he came. Followed by the sounds of metal clacking as he approached.

The brunette smiles at you, taking in all of your beauty and figure.

"You look wonderful tonight, my love." He complimented, taking a strand of your hair before he placed a kiss on it. "And you've been behaving well, too."

Chuckled the Archon, kneeling down in front of you— in his hands he presents two long metal chains with metal cuffs at both of its ends.

"It's a present."

The man announced, a gloved hand of his traced the length of your bare leg. And you swore you could have heard him sigh a small bliss.

He set down the chains and lifted your leg up, gently kissing your barefoot. In his eyes, he was not the divine being in this room, but you.

His actions made it clear that he worships you like a loyal devotee of a God.

"You've been so good." He whispered, using one hand to pick up the chains he set down. "As a reward, I shall make you choose."

"Would you prefer to have these chains in gold?"

Zhongli looked up at you like a man who found no error in the words he spoke. And then you, a person who can't find to fight back any longer, simply answered back:

"Would gold suit me?"

Amber eyes glinted and a grin was evident on his face. "In your case, my dear, you would look beautiful in anything."

As if you were Cinderella, he slips on the metal chains around your ankles with just the right amount of tightness— fitting you like a glove.

And as the storm lengthened outside, you knew that your nightmare was far from over. Trapped once again in the clutches of an obsessive lover, that you could only pray for a miracle to set you free.

You were a kind-hearted and friendly individual, always open to making new acquaintances.

One sunny afternoon, while walking through the park, you crossed paths with a man named Zhongli, as you accidentally bumped into the man.

Apologetic, you offered your hand to help him up, unknowingly setting the wheels of destiny in motion. He seemed charming and charismatic, and your casual conversation quickly turned into a friendly encounter.

Unbeknownst to you, Zhongli had been secretly infatuated with you for quite some time. He had meticulously planned his approach, carefully crafting his words and actions to win your trust. Zhongli knew that patience was key— as he was a patient man himself— and he gradually manipulated your emotions, subtly pushing you to rely on him more and more.

As days turned into weeks, you found yourself spending more time with Zhongli. You would meet for tea, go on long walks together, and have deep conversations about life or anything in general.

You, unknowingly falling into his trap, became increasingly dependent on his presence. Your other relationships began to wither away as the brunet strategically distanced you from friends and family.

However, as time went on, a subtle unease began to creep into your heart.

You couldn't put your finger on it, but something felt off about your friendship with the charming man.

You started noticing how he would manipulate situations to his advantage, subtly controlling your decisions and molding your thoughts. Your instincts told you that this was not how true friendship should be.

One evening, as you sat alone in her dimly lit room, you reflected on your life.

The walls seemed to close in on you, and a sense of suffocation enveloped you. You realized the depth of your mistake and understood the true nature of your relationship with Zhongli. It was a prison of manipulation and dependence, and you felt trapped with no way out.

In a desperate attempt to escape, you confronted and pleaded with Zhongli, begging him to release you from his clutches. But instead of granting your freedom, he simply laughed, a chilling sound that sent shivers down your spine.

He smiled at you, amber coloured eyes glinted and it did not ease you one bit. "My dear, there is no need for the outside world. You have me, I will cater to you."

He placed a hand on your shoulder— an attempt to comfort you, to reassure you that you don't need anyone else. "I pledge you my unwavering loyalty, my everlasting love, and my unyielding service. I will shield and fight for you— your protector and accomplice. Simply use me and I shall dedicate my existence towards fulfilling your every desire."

With those haunting words, you understood that there would be no happy ending for you. You had unknowingly become entangled in a web of deceit, from which there was no escape. You was trapped with Zhongli, isolated from the rest of the world, forever.

You felt so broken that day, your mind so numb that you didn't even notice how he slowly led you to his bed, whispering in your ear softly. "Let me show you just how far I'm willing to do things for you."

And that was when you quickly snapped back from your trance and stared at him in shock. "N-No! I don't want that—!" You tried to yank yourself back from his grip, but naturally, he was stronger than you.

He grabbed both your wrists and pushed you on to the bed, he held your wrists above your head. Pinning you down, preventing you from moving as you helplessly struggled.

"Wait— no, please! Zhongli, don't do this!"

"Shh, my dear. It will be alright, just let me prove it to you."

The next thing you know, your clothes were ripped off from you and you screamed in fright, but was silenced when he crashed his lips upon you. You squirmed, eyes slowly brimming with tears.

"You have no idea what you do to me." A soft whine left his lips— surprising you.

He took your arm and he guided your hand to feel the bulged forming on his pants. He whimpered at the sight of your shocked state, a red hue dusting his cheeks. "This what you do to me, my love." Words that sound so sickeningly sweet came out of this serpent's tongue.

Grinding his hips against the palm of your hand. Purring and whining at the sense of your touch. "You drive me mad." He huffed, "I need you now."

He then pulled away, ripping off his own clothes, his hand never letting go of his hold on you.

Your breath hitched at the sight of his size, and he has not one— but two. A squeal left you as you began to panic. "Please! Don't do this! L-Let me go!"

The man on top of you merely kissed your tears away, he continued to shush you— his free hand began venturing to your lower parts. You gasped and tried to close your legs, but his form prevented you from doing that.

His hand then found themselves on your core, slowly rubbing your clit.

"Mmh—" You let out a surprised sound, eyes widening and your tears formed again. He played your cunt and gradually he smirked.

"You're wet already." He hummed, placing a kiss on top of your head, as if rewarding you for the moistness between your legs. "S-Stop..." You weakly pleaded, but your words fell on deaf ears.

He then slowly began to position himself properly in front of you, spreading your wetness down to your other hole. A squeal came out when you felt his finger enter your hole.

"—!" Crying, you begged. "Z-Zhongli... Please don't..."

"Hush, my dear, you'll soon come to love this." The brunet leaned closer and captured your lips once more. Inserting his tongue whilst feeling every inch of your wet cavern.

Soon, he pulled out his finger and with one hand, he began to align his cocks on each of your holes. "Soon, it'll just be you and I."

"—?!"

You gasped at the sensation. He slowly entered and every moment of it felt like he was trying to tear you apart. Screaming, you whimpered and squirmed.

Zhongli let out a low intermittent sob, feeling your walls clenching around him so tightly. "Ngh, s-so tight." He spoke with gritted teeth, continuing to push inside you even further.

Once he was full in, he paused to take a breather, almost wanting to bottom out.

But your peace didn't last long when he suddenly pounded into you without a warning. "Ah—!" You screamed in pain, closing your eyes tightly— and you were so sure you were bleeding down there.

Your eyes rolled back as he slammed inside like there was no tomorrow. The room was filled with pornographic sounds, both yours and his. Arching your back, it earned you a small smirk from him.

"See? I told you you'll love this." He panted in your ear, amber coloured eyes gazing down at you with a mixture of love and madness.

"Use me just like this." He begged, a small whine coming from him, "Use me for your pleasure— ah~"

His breath fanned against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "I am the only one you need."

It didn't take long for the Geo Archon to move inside you at an animalistic pace, sending you all the way to ecstasy.

"Yes, that's right! Use me as you please— use me and only me!" He cried, panting whilst abusing your insides. You were now left into a mere moaning slut, gasping and whimpering at every slam of his hips.

It felt good, but it made you so sick.

You didn't want this. If you had known everything would come to this, you wouldn't have interacted with such a man— if he was even considered as one.

"Z-Zhongli...!" You whined, feeling yourself getting close.

"Mh, let it out, dear. Just let it out." He breath, his pace going harder and faster than before. "Cum together with me, my love— please..."

He continued his relentless thrusts, amber eyes rolling back from the intensity of being inside you. Each movement hitting deep within you and driving you closer to the edge. His sounds of submissive pleasure match yours as he revels in the tightness and warmth that surrounded him.

"Mmgh—!"

Your body shakes as you experience an orgasm. Seeing you so defenseless and giving up touches off a voracious appetite inside him.

With one final thrust, the brunet succumbed to his own peak of pleasure. He grunted loudly as he spilled himself deep inside you, marking you with the evidence of his possession.

As the waves subside and your bodies gradually turned normal against each other, Zhongli leaned down to press a soft kiss against your trembling lips.

"You're mine." He whispered, "All mine..."

Letting go of his hold on you, he pushed himself inside you, making you squeal at the sensitivity of your body. Your walls clenching made him softly hiss, blushing profusely at the warmth you emitted.

He buried his face into the crook of your neck, humming softly. "Never ever leave me, my love."

Days turned into months, months into years, as you lived in your personal prison. Your spirit withered, your hopes faded, and your dreams dissolved into dust. The once vibrant and independent woman had become a mere shadow of your former self.

You resigned to living your life within the twisted confines of his affection, as your attempts to break free have failed.

A low growl came from him, his eyes pierced onto your figure who was looking at the floor in defeat.

"How many times must I say this to you?"

He had caught you.

Again.

And this time, you could tell he wasn't going to be lenient towards you.

He had both your wrists chained and legs all bruised up, a punishment for your 'bad behaviour' as he would put it.

"..." You stared blankly at the floor. You hated this. Every second— every moment, you had enough of it. But every time you get a bit of taste of what it was once like before meeting him— he captures you.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Scaramouche would go on and on about how stupid it was— or how the notion of escaping him even got to your mind despite your many failed attempts.

You just stared, tired of it all, tired of everything, tired of him.

"—!?"

A sudden pull of your chin made you meet his gaze in surprise. Scaramouche leaned down to your face as he sneered.

"I hate it when you ignore me. Must I need to teach you a lesson?"

Your breath hitched, never liking when things come to that. You vigorously shook your head and tried to push him off.

"N-No please!" You screamed. "I'm sorry— I won't try to run away again! Please!"

"I've heard of those words before, and look where that got you." He chuckled sinisterly at you, he took your wrists and had you pinned down on the floor.

"Ack—!" You winced when your body made contact with the hard ground. Your body trembled in fear at what he was about to do.

"I still think I need to punish you. After all, you've been behaving badly the whole day." A hand was placed on your thigh while the other kept your arms in place.

"No! I don't want this!" You screamed, desperately wanting to get away.

"You deserve this." He smirked, getting on top of you as his hand slid on to the hem of your shorts— pulling it off without any warning.

Your eyes widened as you gasped, tears began to prick the corners of your eyes. "Tears already?" He chuckled.

"I haven't even started yet."

With one hand, he had you pin down and his other hand began undressing his lower half.

Once he did, he brought back his hand and placed it on your exposed region. He gave it a slap— instinctively wincing when his palm made that harsh move.

You yelp, gritting your teeth as he continues his abuse.

"Fuck," He grinned, staring down at you, loving the way how your body reacted. "You look so pretty all twitching like that."

You didn't know when he had stopped, because the next thing you know, he slipped inside a finger— catching you off guard.

"Ah!" You screamed, struggling to move away but it only made things worse. Another went in and then another.

You screamed at the violation, eyes fully crying. "Please! S-Stop!" You tried to plead again, but Scaramouche was never one to heed your pathetic cries.

As much as you hated to admit it, you curse your body for reacting the opposite of what you really felt.

"Heh, you're so wet now."

You hate this. You hate him.

Your cries fell upon deaf ears as you tried to move away, but it was futile. The living doll on top of you was far too strong than your current weakened form.

"—! Agh!"

A sharp shrill came out of you the moment he inserted himself. Everything felt so painful. Everything hurts to the core.

He began moving his hips and you could do nothing but endure and cry at every cruel touch.

"Ngh— so tight..." He sighed, one hand on your wrists while the other was squeezing your waist. "You feel so good, (Y/n)."

You arched your back every time he pushed back against you. Your body's reactions were made against your own will but he didn't care.

"You're taking me in so tightly— Ha... I bet this is what you wanted from the start." He laughed, every thrust of his was beginning to pick up the pace.

"I bet this is why you wanted to be punished so bad."

"No! Just s-stop! Please!"

Your throat hurt from the screaming and crying you were doing, and your body was starting to feel tired from all the struggling. Every moment hurt but there was nothing you can do about it.

You regret everything. Meeting him, pitying him, and giving him a taste of your kindness— everything. You shouldn't have done anything, you should've just left him alone and went on your way.

But alas, your own kindness has become the very thing that has led you to your doom.

"Mmh~ I'm close." Scaramouche announced, pounding inside you senselessly as his body began to feel the closeness of release.

You, on the other hand, was forced to feel such sensuality. Your body also began to feel its climax approaching.

"S-Scara..." You pleaded, voice becoming silent. Your face was wet with tears and sweat, your body aches all over.

He did not stop, pushing and pulling himself inside you— violating your insides with an animalistic speed. "Fuck— cum— I'm going to cum inside you."

At his words, something snapped at you. "No! Don't! Anything but that!" You shrieked, shaking your head vigorously and felt disgust at the thought of him finishing inside you.

"Shut up, whore. You're going to take it and I'm going to make you." He growled and his movements began erratic.

"Please! Please! Please!"

Breathing was starting to become difficult for you, chanting all the words that meant 'No' to him, but none made him stop.

"Cumming— I'm cumming...!" He hissed, finally reaching his climax and came inside you.

Your body did the same.

Arching your back as you orgasmed at his ruthless assault.

Scaramouche panted on top of you. He felt so warm inside and it disgusted you. You whimpered and sobbed once your body came down from its high.

"Shh," He shushed you, mockingly patting your head as to feign comfort. "You had it coming, sweetheart. You should've expected this."

He laughed, grinning at his own statement. His eyes looked pleased seeing you all broken, all hurt, and all pathetic beneath him.

Yes,

You should've seen this coming. You should've just sat still and behaved, maybe none of this would've happened? Who knows?

Still, all of this happened because you felt sorry for him. All because you were too kind for your own good.

And now, you must face the consequences of your own actions.

Because at the end of the day— all you can do is wait for some miracle to come and save you from this hell you managed to put yourself in.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you raced through the dimly lit alleyways, your breath coming in ragged gasps. The sound of your own footsteps reverberated in your ears, amplifying the fear that gripped your every fiber. You cast a furtive glance over your shoulder, your wide eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of him.

For months, you had been living in terror, stalked relentlessly by a man named Ayato.

The Ayato Kamisato, one of the powerful men in Inazuma that had the authority and power to get what he wants. And currently, he wants you.

His love for you had twisted into a dangerous obsession, one that consumed his every thought and action. You had tried to reason with him, to make him understand that his feelings were not reciprocated, but his delusion had taken hold of him like a vice.

Ayato's relentless pursuit had pushed you to the brink of despair. You had fled from your home, changed your routines, but you didn't seek help from the authorities— no, he would find you if you did. He always seemed to be one step ahead. It was as if he could read your mind, predict your every move.

Desperation fueled your determination to escape. You had managed to elude him so far, but with every passing day, you felt your strength wane.

It was in one such moment of weakness that Ayato struck, appearing seemingly out of thin air, blocking your path at the end of a desolate alley.

You froze, your heart sinking like an anchor in your chest. You looked into his eyes, his gaze burning with an unsettling mix of possession and madness.

"Did you honestly think you could get away from me?" He whispered, his voice a cold, eerie echo.

Tears welled up in your eyes as the realization sank in. You had tried so hard to escape this nightmare, but fate had cruelly conspired against you. You had fallen into his clutches once more, forever trapped with the man whose love had turned toxic.

He was quick to grab your wrists and pulled you towards his chest, you tried to scream but he placed a cloth on your nose and you suddenly felt weak. Your vision gradually becomes blurry as you weakly try to fight him off you. But the drug took effect and you passed out because of it.

Moments later, you awoke to an unfamiliar room. Your head was groggy as you tried to comprehend where you were. But the feeling of something tight wrapped around your wrists made you sober from your hazy state.

"—!" You found yourself bound on a bed, your form was bare— naked for anyone to see. Your eyes widened, what the hell?! What was going on?

The alarms blared inside your head, telling you to flee immediately but you can't, the chains on your wrists prevented that from happening. You couldn't even cover yourself up!

The door suddenly opened and in came him— Ayato— with merely a towel wrapped around his lower half. He smirked at the sight and you could instantly see it forming below him. Struggling, you tried to get away.

"No! Stay away from me!" You screamed, tears rolling down your face as you knew what was to come. You struggled as he slowly approached you— your heart was beating so fast that you were so sure that it might burst out of your chest any minute now.

Ayato's eyes narrow slightly as he watches you move away, but he quickly recovers the smile back on his face again. "There's no way to run now, my love." He says, his hand resting on your exposed thigh, holding it in a tight grip to prevent you from kicking him.

You feel a sudden chill as Ayato's possessive and obsessed nature starts to show. "I won't take no for an answer," He whispers into your ear, his hand gripping your thigh tighter. "You belong to me, (Y/n). And I'm not going to let you go that easily." His eyes light up with pure lust and his hands start to wander over your body, exploring every inch.

"G-Get off!" You screamed, trying with all your might to get the man off of you. Ayato leans closer to you, his lips capturing yours in a searing kiss, his tongue pushing into your mouth, exploring every inch of it. He breaks the kiss, his lips hovering over yours as he gazes into your eyes. "Don't fight this, we both know this is what you wanted."

He moves his hand down to your core, grazing his nails to delve into your folds. His fingers slide over your clit, teasing it gently. Ayato grins wickedly as he sees you let out a moan, finding it adorable. "That's right, just give in, my love." He murmurs, his lips tracing down your neck. He played with you till a sight made him smirked in satisfaction.

"Mmm, you're so wet already. Does the thought of me touching you turn you on?" He asks, his voice low and husky.

He moves his hand up your body, cupping your breast, his thumb teasing your nipple. "You want more, don't you? Don't be shy, dear. Let me make you feel good."

"N-No..."

He aligned himself to your entrance before slipping inside you, his thumb continuing to rub circles over your sensitive bud.

"Ah—!" Despite your wetness, pain shot up to your entire body as he entered. You were sure you were bleeding down there because of him. "Mmm, you feel so good. I want to make you cum so hard." He groaned, slowly pulling out before pushing back in.

"Agh!" You gasped at the pain, tears pricked in the corners of your eyes as you gripped on to the chains. Ayato smirks as he feels your squirming under his touch, he enjoys your reactions, he enjoys making you feel good. "Just relax and let me take care of you,"

He leans down, capturing one of your nipples with his mouth, his tongue teasing and flicking over it, while his other hand squeezes and fondles your other breast. "I want you to cum for me. See how good I can make you feel."

His hips move faster, hitting against your g-spot, while his mouth continues to suckle and tease your breast. "Just let go, my love~. Give in to the pleasure," He murmurs against your skin.

You didn't mean to say his name, you wanted him to stop, everything hurts— but it feels so good at the same time. It was so disgusting. "Ayato...p-please..." You arched your back, your eyes rolling back as he pounded into you like an animal.

As he hears your moans and pleas, Ayato's arousal skyrockets, he loves seeing you so vulnerable before him, it arouses him immensely. "That's it, good girl— ngh~ Moan my name, let it all out," He growls, increasing the pace.

"You feel so good, (Y/n). So tight and wet," He groaned, leaning down and nibbling at your earlobe as he whispered in a low voice. "Do you like it when I fuck you, hm? Do you like it when I claim you as mine?"

With each moan, each gasp of pleasure, Ayato's obsession with you grew even deeper, his possessiveness over your body becoming even more intense.

He can feel your walls tighten around his cock, signaling your release, and he grins wickedly. "Cum for me, (Y/n). Let me hear you scream," He whispers, his lips claiming yours once again in a heated kiss.

Against your will— your body convulses in pleasure, waves of pure ecstasy washing over you as you scream his name in pleasure, your release finally washing over you.

As you hit your climax, Ayato thrust up into you, his own release mixing with your own as he moaned in pleasure, his love for you shining bright in his eyes. "I love you, (Y/n). Always and forever," He whispered, holding you close in his embrace.

"There is no escaping me now."

In that moment, your spirit flickered like a candle in a gust of wind. Defeat settled over you, replacing the flicker of hope that had kept you going.

As the days turned into weeks, you became a prisoner of Ayato's twisted affections. Your every move was watched, your every word analyzed.

Tired, you began accepting your fate to be with the man who is obsessed with you, you closed your eyes and surrendered to a future where your every breath was entwined with his unyielding devotion.

Jade was an odd man, to you and in everyone's eyes. But sometimes, you couldn't help but feel attracted towards him in a way. And it was his thoughtful behaviour that made the small feelings blossom within you.

— Jade

Though, it didn't take long before the two of you got closer.

He was a gentleman in your eyes. The way he was so gentle and the way he would make you feel prioritized was something that conjured the little feelings of adoration inside you. He would often invite you to his club and he'd show off the different kinds of mushrooms he had stored.

Despite not being a mushroom connoisseur, you were still highly impressed at the knowledge he had whenever he talked about his hobby and his love for mushrooms. He even gave you a mushroom as a birthday present once and he taught you how to care for it.

He would talk for hours and you wouldn't be bored listening to him. He was just so polite and soft spoken that your heart couldn't help but just run a marathon whenever he would smile at you.

One day, you were helping out in the lounge. Floyd was there with you and when you were on break, you had asked where Jade was— his twin replied that he was running an errand for Azul and should be in the Heartslabyul dorm. You thought that maybe if you would run into him, you would finally be able to confess to him— your long admiration and adoration for him.

You told Floyd that you'll step out for a bit.

"Okay. But be back soon, shrimpy~! Azul wouldn't like to see his staff dally around~"

He shouted as you ran out to meet his twin. You ran with excitement in your steps, maybe Jade likes you too if you confess to him. And if he doesn't, well, you were sure you'll get over it and move on— that's how life works after all.

You managed to reach the mirror that led to the Heartslabyul dorm and once inside, you began to look for your favourite eel man. But as you slowly trudge towards the building— a familiar face stopped you in your tracks.

"Hey, (Y/n)!" They called.

Oh, you saw. A figure walks towards you with a sheepish smile as they wave out a hand to greet you. You smiled back— of course. You recognize them as one of your classmates from a certain class and you recall goofing around with them at times.

"Hello, fancy seeing you here."

"Oh, a friend of mine needed help with his studies and I offered to help."

"That sounds ironic, seeing how you barely pass any test."

"Hey—! That's mean." They laughed, and you two suddenly let the conversation flow. You were so deep into your chat that you forgot the reason why you were in the Heartslabyul dorm in the first place.

Unbeknownst to you, a figure heard the sounds of chatter from a corner and opted to investigate. There he paused in his tracks, he saw you chatting away with one of the dorm's residents. And judging how the Heartslabyul student was touching you so casually— they must be a close friend of yours.

An unamused expression was plastered on Jade's face. He did not like seeing you with someone like that. See, during his little 'errand', Jade happened to wake up on the wrong side of the bed. He was moody all morning but was successful at maintaining his poker face. But seeing you with someone talking so closely, he did not like that.

Quietly, he left.

And you went home feeling downcast. You had completely forgotten Jade! How could you!? He was literally the only reason you went there, but you were just too consumed with the talk you had with your friend.

Azul also scolds you for taking your time and you had not seen any sign of Jade anywhere. Sighing, you scratch your head defeatedly. Well, there's always next time. As you were walking back to your dorm, you heard a twig snapped. Your ears perked up at the sound and quickly turned to see the source.

It was quiet. Too quiet for your liking. The crickets stopped their sounds and you realized that it was only you in the area. But as you were about to hurry back to your dorm—

"P-Please..."

You completely froze in your spot. An almost quiet voice was what you heard in the utmost dark place of your area. As you went to check what was going on— despite the alarms going through your head— it was then you saw him. Jade.

Your Jade.

Standing above an almost disfigured creature beneath him. You couldn't help but let out a gasp, and he heard it. Jade quickly turns his head and spots you with terror in your eyes. Horrified, you ran before Jade could even call out to you.

And you avoided him for days.

But the eel of a man didn't like that. So, he opted to visit you one night for a little 'chat' and it didn't go as smoothly as he'd thought.

"Let go of me!" You yelled, trying to rip yourself off from the man's iron-like grip. It was a mistake opening the door when you knew who was behind it, but you were grateful that Grim wasn't here to witness this.

"Why have you been avoiding me? Was it because of what I did? I did that for you." He calmly explained, in contrast to the very tight hold he was on you and your terrified expression.

"Me? You almost killed the man!" You retorted, frantically looking around to find something that could help you to push Jade away. He merely looked at you with his mismatched eyes and sighed.

"He was clearly going after you, I did you a favour. You don't need him, (Y/n)." His grip on you tightened even further. "You love me!"

Tears pricked your eyes as you gritted your teeth in pain, "I loved you!" And you mean that with every fiber of your being. Jade's grip loosened a bit, his eyes widening at your outburst— but it didn't take long for him to continue his painful hold. "Then love me back." His question was answered by a frantic shake of your head, indicating a 'no'.

He sighed again, but this time in frustration, as he pulled you towards him and both of you suddenly fell on the floor— with your hands pinned above you. "Is it really that hard for you to love me?" He whispered. Looking down at you with an unreadable expression.

"Please..." Tears flowed down, your voice was desperate to have him off you. This wasn't what you wanted, Jade wasn't supposed to be like this as everything you thought of him completely shatters. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. You might have liked him to the point of love— but this... Was not it.

Despite your best efforts and countless attempts to break free, you helplessly remain trapped in the relentless grip of a man consumed by an irrevocably and insatiable adoration for you.

— Ace

"Ace, let go!" Tears streamed down your face as you tried to pull your hand away, but his grip only tightened.

"You love me!" He insisted, his voice laced with desperation.

You shook your head, your heart heavy with resignation. "Not anymore," You whispered. "I loved you!" Tugging on his hold, you tried again to free yourself from him. "I can't love someone who treats me like this." A cry could be heard from you, as you began weeping at the sight of what was once your supposed crush.

Ace's eyes widened at your disclosure, he let go of your wrist and you immediately stepped back, rubbing the sore spot where his fingers had dug in. You both stood there in silence for a moment, both of you contemplating what had just been said.

Finally, he spoke up, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry," he said, tears starting to form in his eyes. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

But it was too late. The damage was already done. Before you knew it, he lunged at you and suddenly everything your vision could see slowly became blurry— gradually turning black. He had hit you on the back of your neck, his fists clenching and unclenching as he stood above you with his scarlet coloured eyes beamed with anger in them. "Is it really that hard for you to love me?" He whispered lowly.

This was not how things were supposed to go.

You may have told Cater of your little crush on Ace, and that orange haired friend of yours may have also tattle tale on your said crush— and your plans on confessing. Ace remembered bursting out of joy at that, he was so happy that it kept him up at night. He was always in a good mood because of that.

So, he waited for the confession to come.

But then one day, he got himself in a bit of a situation. He saw you sitting in the cafeteria, spoon feeding a man he didn't know. And that made him jealous. He bravely walked up to you and stupidly made a scene. It was so humiliating.

It was just some stupid dare, you explained to him. A dare that you were made to do because of the silly little game you and your friends played. You didn't mean to make him jealous, you didn't mean for any of this to happen!

Ace walked out that day, with his blood boiling inside him. And it was on that day that something snapped in him, he confronted the 'friend' you were feeding back at the cafeteria. And the next thing he knew, he was staring down at an unconscious man on the ground— his fists covered in blood as his eyes stared menacingly at his victim.

It was your startled gasp that snapped him out of his trance; he called out your name, but you ran away before he could reach you.

This results in you avoiding him like the plague.

But he had enough of your attempt of isolating him from you, barging into your dorm and throwing Grim out of the window while he grabbed your wrist in a tight hold— an attempt to have a talk with you, but you wouldn't listen to him.

And here you are now, lying unconscious on the floor as Ace prevented you from leaving. He'll fix this, he swore. He'll make everything better.

You and him will get that sweet ending you've always wanted. He'll hear your confession, he'll say yes— and boom, everything will be fixed. Please, he begged. It was just a simple mistake. Don't misunderstand him now.

— Deuce

Ah, sweet clumsy Deuce.

He was so whipping for you. That every day he just couldn't bear to not see you in every minute of the day. And it didn't take long for his little adoration for you to become totally obsessive and downright creepy.

He was in your shadow. Taking notes of who you were with and where you would be. You didn't notice of this— no. He made sure of that. Keeping a bashful and awkward façade whenever he would be meeting you face to face.

Fortunately for him, your naïve behaviour led you to mark him as your crush. From your perspective, Deuce was an idiot who was always by your side whenever you were in need. He was there when you had trouble with schoolwork, he'll accompany you to your room— even if that made him late to his own class. He made you feel like a priority.

But it was on a lovely Saturday, that everything he had worked to build up would come tumbling down just like that. A close friend of yours— managed to catch on Deuce's suspicious doings whenever he was with you, and somehow— your close friend managed to uncover everything about Deuce and his obsession towards you.

However at this, your friend ran to you— interrupting your plans on confessing that day and you made attempts of staying away from him then on. The bluenette had taken note of this, and he was beyond happy.

Which resulted in him angrily approaching your dorm and throwing his fist at your friend. You screamed at the sight but he silenced you with a hand covering your mouth.

"You can't leave me," He said, his voice low and menacing. "You belong to me."

You felt a wave of fear wash over you. You had never seen him like this before. You knew you had to get away from him as soon as possible. Summoning all your strength, you pushed him away from you. It earned you a bit of distance, but he was quick to pin you against the wall with your arms above your head.

You tried to break free from his grasp, but his grip only tightened around your wrist. The pain shot up your arm as tears streamed down your face.

"Why are you doing this? Let me go," You pleaded with him. He didn't respond, instead, he pulled you closer to him, and you could feel his hot breath on your face. He was quiet, his eyes observing your terrified features. "Don't avoid me, (Y/n)." He growled, "You love me!"

"You love me, it's obvious. You got to be in love with me." Deuce sounded like a maniac, his face was adorned with a deranged look on his face.

"I loved you!" You blurted out, the fear making you talk. He gritted his teeth at that, dangerously nearing you— your faces only an inch away from each other. "You don't mean that." He denied, growling into your ear.

That was he chuckled oh so suddenly, his grip loosening but only for a bit. "Is it really that hard for you to love me?" His voice had a tone of desperation in them— close to a whine, as he pushed himself closer to you.

"You'll love me." Deuce smiled, "Just like how you were supposed to feel about me— yes. I'll make sure of that."

— Malleus

You avoided Malleus for days on end now.

Ever since you found out what he did to your friend after simply hanging out with each other— you stayed away from the powerful draconic Prince.

You even found out he had taken a liking to you— your past self would've squealed in delight at that information and that would have set you to continue with your plans on confessing but...

"Human!" Sebek's voice boomed throughout the hallways and that made you ran. Malleus sent his lackeys to find you— he must've noticed your strange behaviour.

Your feet carried you back towards your humble abode. A mistake you should have thought about.

As you opened the door, you were instantly met with green piercing eyes staring into your soul. You froze— mentally slapping yourself for being so stupid. Malleus slowly approached you, his tall stature towered over you. You gulped, you didn't like where this was going.

"You have been avoiding me, child of man." His voice was the first to break the silence. "Why is that? Have I done something wrong to upset you?"

"..." What were you supposed to say? You were so sure he wouldn't like what you would say to him. "Malleus," You began, "You hurt my friend— almost killing him. Why wouldn't I be upset about that?"

Upset was an understatement, you were beyond horrified and mad at what the dragon did. Your friends didn't deserve that, they were innocent but Malleus— whatever had gotten inside his head— almost ripped your friend apart had you not been there to stop him.

"Ah that," He chuckled softly, "I was simply getting rid of a competitor." At his words, you couldn't help but raise a brow at him. "What do you mean by that?" You asked, taking a step back.

"You love me!" He beamed, "And I love you. I was only getting rid of anyone coming our way." He answered, taking a step closer to you. You knew he was wrong, this interpretation of love wasn't love. It was completely way off from being called love.

"No, Malleus." You breathed out, slowly feeling yourself getting smaller under his gaze. "I loved you!" At that, he paused— and it was his turn to raise a brow towards you. "What do you mean by that, my child of man?"

"You hurt my friend, you almost tear him apart— I'm scared of you! I don't think I would want to love you after that."

His smile dropped and his eyes narrowed. You could see his brow twitching and you knew you might have made him mad. "Why does your friend matter? Am I not enough?"

"Malleus, you're really making this hard right now."

"Why don't you love me?" He cornered you against the wall, slamming a hand close to your face. You jumped at his action— letting out a small yelp. "Is it really that hard for you to love me?" He whispered, nearing your ear. You whimpered at the closeness, beginning to feel uncomfortable.

And the next thing you know, you woke up in a completely different place. It was when Lilia came in with a smile and informed you that you were now in Briar Valley and you were soon to be made Malleus' Queen— to rule by his side like a good little spouse.

Despite your best efforts of escaping, you found yourself trapped in an unyielding web woven by the man who was madly in love with you. Every corner you turned, every step you took, he was there, his presence suffocating and inescapable. His fondness for you, once a source of joy and comfort, had transformed into a relentless obsession that held you captive.

You longed for freedom, for the ability to breathe without the weight of his unyielding affection pressing down on you. Yet, you knew deep within your heart that you would never truly escape him. His love, fueled by madness, had become an unbreakable chain that bound you two together, forever intertwining your fates in a twisted dance of despair.

And so, you resigned yourself to a life imprisoned within the confines of his delusional adoration. Your dreams withered away, suffocated by the suffocating grasp of his love. In the depths of your despair, you became a ghost of your former self, a mere shadow lingering in the dark recesses of his madness. In this tragic tale, you never found solace or freedom, forever haunted by the man who loved you with a twisted and unrelenting passion.

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—Zhongli

You didn't mean to spy on him. You really didn't.

You were just a simple farmer's daughter trying to get on with her day. Your mother had told you to go fetch some water from the river near the forest you live in, and you did so like the good daughter you were.

Upon reaching the river, you paused in your steps to take in the wonderful sight. The sounds of the water's gentle flow filled your ears— as well as the birds chirping somewhere around the woods.

You grabbed the hem of your skirt, tying it around your waist to prevent it from getting wet.

You then tread towards the water. You shivered lightly once its coldness hit your skin. You lowered your clay jar and began to fill it with water.

But as you bend over to fill it some more— your eyes caught sight of a pair of bright amber eyes staring at you in the water.

"—?!"

'Wait— eyes?!'

"Ah!" You screamed in fright, dropping your clay jay in the water as you frighteningly took a step back from where you stood.

The owner of those amber coloured eyes suddenly emerged from the bottom.

The figure you saw revealed to be a woman?— no, a man. You gawked at the sight of him.

He had intricate vein-like designs on his arms as well as his legs. His long hair stuck onto his skin due to it being wet. His eyes opened and he turned to face you.

And that's when realization hits you— he has no clothes on.

Not only were you terrified, you were also embarrassed. Quickly, you turned around, hiding your very red face from him. A few moments of silence began to fill you. Well, you both were filled with the sounds of nature around but none of you made a sound.

It was you who first broke the silence, "M-My apologies... I-I didn't know there was another person h-here..." You still had your back towards him and such actions made him raise a brow.

"Why are you talking with your back facing me?"

His voice was deep, almost sounding like a growl. Your lips quivered as you answered him, "T-That's because you have no c-clothes on..."

The man stared at his body, ah— you were indeed right. Now he understands. "Oh, I see." His eyes then took notice of a clay jar at the bottom of the river.

He walked towards it and picked it up, instantly filling it with water. He turned to look at you, "Is this yours?" He gestured to the jar.

You slightly took a glance, and he was holding your jar. You nodded in confirmation, "Yes, it i-is."

He approached you, which made you tense, and he gestured for you to take your water container. Hesitantly, you took it. Making sure to avoid eye contact with him and his body.

"Thank you..."

"What is your name?"

"Huh?"

His sudden question made you look up at him by accident. And he got to see your (e/c) coloured eyes more clearly as well as you. His bright amber eyes were so pretty in your opinion and they were hypnotizing to look at.

"Um, it's (Y/n)..." Shyly, you averted your gaze back to anywhere but his. You heard him let out a hum.

You shouldn't have told a stranger your name. And you shouldn't have asked for his.

After your encounter with him, your mother scolded you for taking so long. But you couldn't take in with what she said. You were too engrossed at the thought of the mysterious man you met in the forest.

Surprisingly, to you, you had met him again. This time, when you were out foraging in the woods— and he had clothes on. He greeted you, and you did the same.

You weren't expecting to meet with him again, however you did hope you would, and you certainly weren't expecting for him to point out a few plants that were safe to eat. You found him odd, and he found you— well rather, your presence delightful.

And it was at that time he began to share the things he knew. Telling you stories and tales of life. He confused you a lot, because for a human: he's knowledgeable, but you didn't want to come off as rude— so you happily listened to every word he said.

You should've just told him you were busy and left him. You shouldn't have stayed to listen.

Days turned into months, you formed a bond with him.

He became your friend, and you to him. He talked a lot, while you listened. He still confuses you by a bit, but the way he spoke every detail of his story always fascinated you to no end.

It became second nature to you now to sneak off into the night just to see him. He would often tell you there was no need to sneak into the night to see him, but you would always tell him that you preferred meeting him by the river.

Well in truth, you didn't want your parents to know about it. You were scared if they were to react negatively if you did.

Then months turned into years.

You were practically inseparable at this point. Zhongli was a man who you deemed strange but his presence brings you lots of comfort.

And he enjoyed being with you too. He found you endearing and perhaps it was because he was so alone for a long while that he craved for your presence the moment you met him.

Zhongli was waiting for you by the river as usual. He admired the scenery as the sight was glowing as if it was day.

He heard an all familiar footsteps and was about to greet you first— but he was met with the sight of you crying. He hastily approaches you, worry was evident in his eyes.

"What's wrong?"

Feeling comfortable with him now, you told him. You cried to him. You reached out to him for comfort.

Your parents were planning to marry you off to someone you didn't know.

They told you, the man was suitable for you. He was wealthy, intelligent, well-mannered, handsome— basically he was good enough for you.

But you didn't want them to have that choice. To let them choose who you should be with, you wanted to have that choice. As selfish as it sounds.

You told him how you profusely refused their proposal, how it led you to have a big fight with your family and how they told you how ungrateful you were.

That night, he embraced you tightly in his arms. But instead of feeling sorry for you— he chuckled and then laughed.

Confused, you asked him what was funny. He smiled and stared at you with gentleness in his eyes. "I was planning on revealing everything to you tomorrow, but I suppose I can tell you right now."

"Tell me what?"

"That it was me who had asked for your hand in marriage."

Your eyes widened at the news. You liked Zhongli but not to this extent. To your horror, you pushed yourself off him. He seemed genuinely surprised at your action, seeing you taking a step back from him.

He thought you liked him the same way he liked you, he assumed you were crying because you wanted to marry him. But seeing your reaction, he guessed he was wrong.

You saw the man in front you having a pained expression on his face— before it morphed into something you deemed unreadable.

"Do you not wish to be with me?"

Bravely, you shook your head. "No. I like you Zhongli but that's it. I do not feel the same with whatever you feel towards me." You explained.

You yelped when you felt the ground shake and you gasped when your eyes caught sight of him glowing a bright golden light.

Realization hits you hard. He wasn't human. He never was. No wonder why he told his stories as if he had experienced them. You honestly thought he was just a storyteller fanatic.

You whimpered when he began approaching you, you backed away but a tree prevented you from going any further.

He touched your cheek and he felt you tremble under his touch. He grabbed your face, with you feeling the sharpness of his nails— claws.

"Fear me not, my dear. I am simply here to love you."

Fear him not?! How can you not fear him? You literally thought he was just a strange human, not some mystical creature!

Your body was shaking. You couldn't help it. But he held you in his arms. Nearing your ear when he spoke, "Sh, it's alright. Tomorrow you shall be with me. I will inform your parents of your whereabouts and by then..."

"We two can finally be together."

He kissed you softly. Though, his kisses felt like he was waiting for a long time. You struggled against his hold, but his firm on you prevented you from going anywhere.

You then felt something caressing the skin under your clothes. You looked down and saw one of his hands slipping beneath your shirt. His touches were gentle, but you felt disgusted at his actions.

Zhongli pulled away as you panted for oxygen. He chuckled lightly, seeing your face. He held you closer to him, snuggling his face on your neck. His hand remained to where it was— albeit it was slowly going upwards.

"You belong to me now."

ㅤ

— Diluc

Working at Angel's Share was always quite a full adventure, so to speak.

Everyone drinking to the point of intoxication was always a different type of drunk. It was quite funny to you at times— heck whenever it was Charles working with you, you both would always play this little game you called: Guess what type of Drunk they are.

And it was only you and Charles, you nagged Diluc into playing your game but he wouldn't budge. He called it silly and a waste of time.

Well, it sucks for him.

Currently, you were wiping glasses from behind the counter. Diluc was beside you pouring drinks.

It was afternoon time. The tavern had enough people inside— not too packed and not too empty. It was lively here. Your eyes then spotted someone beginning to turn intoxicated.

You beamed and nudged the red head beside, you managed to grab his attention because he looked at you, confused.

You pointed to the man drinking and whispered to Diluc, "I bet he's the type of drunk that suddenly cries." You snickered as your boss had an unamused expression on his face.

"(Y/n), that's—"

You cut him off, shushing him, putting back his focus on the man in the winery. And it turns out, the man started crying.

"Pfft—"

You hid your laugh in Dilic's arm. The latter stiffened at your action, he stared at you, seeing how you were giggling due to your silly game.

A red hue dusted his cheeks. He cleared his throat and averted his gaze away from you. "I guess you were right." You grinned and went back to wiping glasses.

How foolish of you to lead him on, bad mistake on your part. He knew you didn't mean to, but he just couldn't help it. You have been occupying his mind every single day, as if you were a parasite.

He couldn't even concentrate that well anymore.

He knew he shouldn't let you affect him, but there was something inside his gut that told him to let it be. Let the thoughts of you affect him.

And sooner than later, he allowed them to consume him whole. He allowed himself to fall in love with you.

With your smile, your carefree nature, your bright personality— your you.

The next day, it was just Charles and Diluc working. It was supposed to be you and the latter working together for today, but you told him you had plans, preventing you from doing your shift.

Reluctantly, he allowed you to have a day off for today.

And Diluc regretted his choice of letting you be. Had he known your plans involved you recklessly wandering around the dangerous areas of Mondstadt's territory— he would've said no to you.

He cursed himself for permitting you, cursing himself for being such a fool.

It was at night where he was being the Darknight Hero that discovered you unconscious and battered up with bruises. You limply lie there with blood coming out of your nose and mouth.

Panicked, he quickly picked you up. Carrying you bridal style as he immediately rushed you to his home.

He knew of your frivolous behaviour, but he didn't know you were this stupidly reckless to the point of getting yourself hurt. But don't worry, if Diluc finds out someone had done this to you— he'll make sure they'll be sorry.

He arrived home and placed you gently onto the bed. He ordered his maids to tend to your wounds, and they could see the fear and anxiousness in his voice.

They quickly did what they were told, cleaning you up and dressing with bandages along with proper clothes. Diluc excused himself for the meantime, going out to investigate what had happened to you.

You woke up the next day.

Your head was spinning and it ached. You groaned, sitting up on your bed. You felt the soft mattress under you— you didn't recall getting to bed last night. Were you perhaps in the Cathedral? Had any of the nuns or knights brought you here?

When your headache finally subsided, you looked around and saw the room you were in.

Wait— this wasn't the infirmary room. Your eyes widened, where were you?

The door suddenly opened and in came a familiar figure you were quite relieved to see. It was Diluc— and as usual, he had his signature expression on.

"Master...Diluc...? Where a-am I?"

His red eyes landed on your figure and his face turned surprised.

"You're awake. You're currently in my home."

He quickly rushed to your side and began asking you questions relating to your health.

"How are you feeling? Does anything hurt? Here, drink some water." He poured you a glass of water that was on top of the nightstand beside you.

You drank, taking little sips before handing the glass back to him. You thanked him, answering his questions next.

"I'm fine, master Diluc. My head hurts a bit though."

He nodded, gesturing to you to lie back down. "You should rest some more. I'll be back in a few to check up on you again."

You listened to him. You were still tired, so you lay back down and closed your eyes.

You should've seen the signs.

You have been staying in Dawn Winery for a week now. You have told the redhead that you have prolonged your stay and that you wanted to leave— but the latter would always coax you into staying some more.

He would say how he was very much worried seeing in such a state at night, and that he promised to let you go once he's convinced you're fully healed. So, you stayed a few days more.

And the same cycle repeats. And you were beginning to get tired of it.

One day, Diluc went in to check up on you as usual but as he was about to approach you, you spoke.

"Master Diluc, I have been here for almost three weeks now. Don't you think I have taken enough time to heal?" You had a look of displeasure on your face.

And he took notice of it.

"(Y/n), I've already told you. Your—"

"I've heard the excuse already." You frowned, "I know you mean well, Master Diluc, but I no longer wish to stay in bed in your home anymore. I need to leave, there's still some matters needing to be taken care of by me at home."

The man clenched his hands. He supposed you were no longer buying his excuses. But could you blame him? He was only trying to keep you safe.

He knew no matter what he'll say about your wounds won't make you stay. So he chose his words carefully.

"There are people looking for you," He started. "People you owe money to."

Shock filled as the room went silent. And Diluc was patient enough to wait for you to speak.

"You... How do you k-know that?"

"Do you honestly think I wouldn't do a thorough investigation of what happened to you that night?" It was now his turn to frown. "Of course, I did you some justice. However, I spared a few of their men."

"But colour me stoked. I never perceive you as the type to owe other people a large sum of money."

You couldn't get your voice out. You stared at him with wide eyes filled with distress in them. He approached you and you felt him touch your hand.

"But I can help you with that."

You didn't say anything, so continued. "I can pay them for you with the exact same amount you owe them."

You move your hand away from his, looking at him with a conflicted look. "I can't... I can't let you do that."

He raised a brow, "And why not?"

"Because it would be wrong of you to— wait..." You paused, your mind began recalling what he said.

"What do you think happened to me that night?"

"The men that you are indebted to beat you up till you're unconscious..." He tilted his, his expression looked confused by your question.

"A-And by doing me some justice you...spared some of them, does that mean you...?"

"Of course." He nodded with firm confirmation. Reaching out a hand to soft stroke your cheek. "They harmed you, so I did the same with them."

Horrified, you pushed his arm away from your face. You quickly rush towards the door your room but you went to grab the doorknob—

It was locked.

"—!"

With slow steps, Diluc walked towards you. Your back was facing him but he could feel you trembling.

"Did I do something wrong? You are shaking."

You felt him place his a hand on your shoulder. You tensed at the feeling and he gave it a comforting squeeze.

"Come now, there's no need to be afraid. Those men hurt you, so why are you acting in such a way?" He snaked his arm around your waist.

Those men didn't hurt you— no. It was those pesky abyss mages that managed to hid in an alleyway inside Mondstadt. And that alleyway happened to be a shortcut you use often to get to your home.

And as the large sum you owed those people— they gave it to you willingly— heck, you didn't ask for it. They just told you to repay them once you get rich in the future, they gave you a large sum because you wanted to live in the Capital.

Those people were your family.

And they were looking for you because you haven't been visiting home in a long while.

H-He got it all wrong!

Tears formed in your eyes as they began to fall. The red head could hear you sobbing. Lovingly, he shushed you with his deep voice.

"Are you scared of me, (Y/n)?" He asked but you didn't answer as you continued to cry.

"Shh," He whispered. "Fear me not, my dear. I am simply here to love you." Kissing your ear without your consent.

"And to protect you."

Love? He loves you? Diluc, the stoic red haired man you came to call as your boss, claims to love you despite your odd predicament. You would've let out a guffaw had anyone told you the Master Diluc would love you like this.

"Y-You don't love me..."

"Oh but I do." He sighed in bliss. Feeling his hand traveling up to your thigh, his gloved hand felt weird on your skin.

"Do you want me to prove it to you?"

ㅤ

— Xiao

Befriending the last remaining yaksha was quite something.

In summary of how you met, you basically were just minding your own business as you walked through Stone Gate Bridge. You were planning to stay at Wangshu Inn for a few days, you wanted to take a break from your travels so you opted to go to the inn.

You were just going on with your day when a group of hillichurls were blocking your way. You, a simple traveling woman, didn't know how to fight.

You don't have a vision and you certainly didn't gave yourself the time to learn how to defend yourself.

So you did what any damsel in distress would do, you screamed for help.

You were being chased by monsters and soon you were cornered. You almost thought that was the end of you, but as you started to accept your fate—

A figure jumped out of nowhere and landed in front of you. He held a spear on one of his hands, using it to obliterate the monsters that were chasing you.

Moments later, the group of hillichurls were no more. The mysterious man in front of you turned around to face you.

You saw he had a mask on. You were about to give him your word of gratitude when he suddenly vanished into thin air. Dumbfounded, you stood there for awhile, before you decided to continue on with your way.

You managed to arrive at your destination without further inconvenience, and that's where you met your saviour for the second time.

You were eating while enjoying the balcony of the room you were staying in. All of a sudden, he appeared on top of the railing.

He took off his mask and your gasp made him take notice of your presence.

His golden coloured eyes stared at you with surprise. He thought no one was occupying this area of the inn so he went here to rest for a while.

He was about to leave, when you immediately stood up and took a hold of his dark purple pants.

"Wait—! I..."

Your face was mere inches away from his. "You were the one who saved me, so please allow me to give you my gratitude!"

He was shocked, no mortal has ever done such a thing you did. He deemed you either brave or stupid, but he stayed due to his curiosity.

"Alright." He spoke, sounding aloof, startling you. But you didn't have time to dwell on it when he could be impatient and leave again.

You gave him a neatly wrapped lunch box. To satiate his curiosity, he opened it revealing a mouth watering sight of some delicious almond tofu inside.

He closed it back again. He faced you, "You didn't have to. I have no need to feed on mortal nourishment." He looked like you bothered him and you started to feel embarrassed.

"But I'll accept it, nonetheless." He averted his gaze away from yours. "Since you stupidly pulled me to show your gratitude."

You beamed at that, smilingly you spoke, "Thank you so much! For accepting and for saving me, if you hadn't interfered I wouldn't be here now."

And that was the start of your blooming friendship.

Whenever Xiao would come to visit you— whenever you would stay at Wangshu Inn, he would always sound so gruff and standoffish. But with a few years of being around together, you managed to get used to him.

You came to learn that the odd looking man was not a human, you heard from him that he was an adeptus and that he was part of the yaksha.

He expected you to run away from him, fearing him knowing that he was a bloody murderer. But you didn't, you stayed with him instead and told him you still accept as your friend no matter what.

But one day, you accidentally got yourself into trouble with a few bad guys— scratch that, more like a lot of bad guys.

And currently, you were on the run. Thank Archons, you managed to grab a proper rest at Wangshu Inn when you were being chased from Liyue.

Xiao was there beside you that night, when you told him of your situation. He growled at the thought of those evil men hurting you in a way, and he also scolded you for being reckless.

You nervously laughed at his reprimand and took no offense. What he said was indeed true— had you been more careful none of this would have happened from the start.

You told him you were planning to stay low and hide somewhere they can't get to you. He asked you where that place would be but you didn't answer him, telling that it was a secret.

"Why couldn't you just stay here? I can help you rid them off."

The adeptus offered to help, but you declined— saying that it was your problem and you didn't want to get him involved in it.

He seemed reluctant at your refusal and he didn't say anything after that.

The next day, you left. Bidding Verr Goldet goodbye and telling her to send your regards to Xiao. She asked you where you were going next and you answered her that you will be spending your days traveling somewhere far.

She wished you good luck on your travels and you began to embark on your journey.

You managed to reach your destination unscathed— much to your delight. But you couldn't help but feel like you were being watched.

A small village was where you were currently at. Not many had known of this place so you hope those men after you don't know this area.

You dropped your bag at the hostelry you were staying at. You collapse on your bed and you let out a long sigh.

You snuggled your face on the pillow as you began to drift to sleep.

It was somewhere around midnight that you felt something touching your cheek. You turned your body the other way, thinking it was just a fly— but you felt it again.

Irked, you slowly opened your eyes. You placed your hand on your cheek, but instead of feeling an insect, you something else.

You looked back and saw a pair of golden irises staring back at you.

"—?!"

You shriek but the figure was quick to silence you with his palm. "Shh, it's just me." Said the man.

When he saw you calm down, he removed his hold.

"X-Xiao?"

He nodded. Your heart was still beating fast from the jumpscare of his eyes, but you then fully calmed down and it was replaced with surprise.

"What are you doing here?" You asked, "I don't recall mentioning to you where I would be staying..."

"I followed you here." He bluntly stated. Making you all the more confused. You may have not seen it because it was dark, but Xiao moved closer to you and he revealed himself to be covered with blood.

You gasped. Your eyes widened in horror.

"Don't worry, it's not my blood. It belongs to the men who dared to hurt you."

He k-killed them?

"W-Why...?"

He grabbed your cheek as he stared closely at your eyes, his face was close to you— merely inches away from yours.

"Your eyes are showing fear in them. Is it because of me?" He smiled, "Fear me not, my dear. I am simply here to love you."

—!

"L-Love me...?"

He nodded, "You have been stuck inside my mind for a while, every little thing I see in my life always reminds me of you, and I consulted a friend about it and they told me I was in love."

"I love you, (Y/n) and it took me a few years to realize it."

He then held you in an embrace, staining you with the blood on him as you sensed him sniffing your neck. You were beyond terrified, having a yaksha come to you at the dead of night proclaiming his love whilst being covered in blood was something you weren't expecting to happen in your life.

"Xiao, I don't know about this."

He felt you hesitate, but he only gripped you tighter. You yelped at the tightness and began pushing him away.

"X-Xiao—"

"I'm here for you, (Y/n). You don't have to worry about anyone anymore. You just need me, I'll protect you."

ㅤ

— Kaeya

When the truth came out, you wanted to claw out his eye.

He was the most revolting man you have ever known. Had you known he was planning this from the start, you would have stayed away from him.

You would have made sure not to attract his attention.

But you feared him. He had more power over you, as much as you hate to say it. But he unfortunately does.

However, he would always tell you not to be scared of him, saying something along the line: "Fear me not, my dear. I am simply here to love you."

He told you if you love him— you will no longer fear him. But you knew he was lying, you knew he loved it whenever he was reminded he held power against and the fear in your eyes was evident of that.

But you didn't fear him for what he'll do to you, no— in fact you feared him for what he'll do to the people you care so deeply about. How effective the words are whenever it leaves his mouth— the same mouth that would violate your body whenever he feels like it.

The same mouth that would make you become undone despite your protests.

You were so stupid. Falling victim to his sweet lies, blushing whenever he'd do something that makes your heart swell. You were so naïve and oblivious, you hated yourself— you hate him.

Being with him cost you your freedom and the lives of a few others that you held close to your heart.

You planned to escape, but he managed to always think two steps ahead of you. You planned to even report him to the knights— to Jean.

But it always ends up having his word against yours.

Damn him and his sly tongue. You wished to cut it off, so that he could no longer use it to violate you.

You could've just gone to Diluc, knowing how he hates the bluenette. But every time you try to reach him, Kaeya was always there, mocking you.

Making fun of you for begging help to the man you inflicted such great pain upon.

You and Diluc had a history. He was your first, but you left him for his brother. You hurt him so bad that he refused to see you anymore.

That he burned everything that reminded him of you.

You heard he came home all bloody the day you ended everything with him. You heard how he cursed you and his brother's name.

That's how painful you hurt him.

And you regret ever doing it. So now, you are currently living the consequences of your own actions.

The door of the room where you were at, opened. A smiling Kaeya walked towards you, humming a tone you were familiar with. "I'm home, my sweet." He stated.

Looking down at your tied up state. You glare at him, earning you a chuckle from him.

"Aw, don't look so angry now. You did this to yourself, you know." He bent down to your height and gently patted your head. "How's about you give me a kiss? I'll forgive you for your bad behaviour if you do."

He neared his lips to yours, waiting for you to kiss him. He got what he wanted and he hummed in delight.

You kissed him with clear reluctancy. You forced yourself to not spat at his face, because if you do— you'll be presented with a dismembered body part of someone you're close to.

It was a kiss with no tongue, that's what you gave him, but he wasn't satisfied by it as he began to insert his fleshy pink muscle into your wet cavern.

Assaulting you with his 'loving' gesture. It took all of your might to not bite off his tongue right then and there. You squirmed from where you were, but the ropes binding you made you stop when you felt them burn your skin.

Kaeya then pulled away, a string of saliva appeared on your lips as you both breathed for air.

"Good girl." He praised. Had you still been naïve and in love with him— you would have fallen and blushed with that sultry voice of his.

You looked away, hearing him walking out of the room. Maybe he was going to prepare dinner?

God, you were already expecting him to make you agree to his commands just to eat and God knows what he'll put in your food. A tear formed on the corner of your eye. You blinked it away and sniffled.

There was no use crying now. This predicament you were in was the result of your stupidity.

And to save the others from dying by his hands, you'll just have to play pet and deal with it. After all, you did this to yourself. You wished you were with Diluc, you wished you were with your friends.

Away from him and away from this place.

"My love~ Dinner's ready."

ㅤ

— Venti

The God of Freedom has always been true to his title. Both his nation and his people never take freedom for granted.

They savoured every bit of it. Knowing their history, they were very grateful for the current they live in under the current eyes of their God.

And that included you once.

You were just a simple law abiding citizen in Mondstadt. You aren't really famous in the place but people know your name.

You don't really have a proper job, but you do run errands for anyone who needs your help once in a while and the pay isn't really that big— but it is enough to put food on your table.

That's how you lived.

You were simply everyone's errand worker. You were happy with how you lived your life, your dreams and goals weren't that big so you were satisfied with it.

Mundane, is the word you would describe yourself. So how is it that you managed to achieve his attention?

You met him once, while returning after running an errand for Charles— one of the bartenders at Angel's Share. He was singing songs and playing some tunes to the drunks, merrily laughing with them— as what a bard would do.

You stared at him. Unlike everyone inside the tavern, the bard was eye-catching due to the way he acted and his clothing.

You didn't mean to stare. You were just simply curious to see him, you have seen some bards at the tavern but none were like the figure cheering in front of you.

It was at that moment that he caught your gaze. It felt like you were staring at his eyes for an hour before you decided to call it a day. But as you walked home that night, you felt like you were being followed— though you shrugged it off and assumed it was just the tiredness playing with you.

You met him the next day.

Charles had asked for your assistance again at the tavern, and that's where you met with the eccentric bard again.

"Hey there!"

He introduced himself as Venti, Venti the bard. He told you he was a frequent at the tavern and that he hadn't seen you before.

"I don't come here that often, I only run errands for the tavern whenever I'm here."

He smiled and praised you for your hard work, he then suggested buying you a drink for your efforts— though from what you've observed, he doesn't have much mora with him .

You politely declined, saying you don't drink. Venti seemed shocked with your answer. A Mondstadt citizen that doesn't drink? How peculiar! But he understood, and chose to play a song for you instead.

You heard him sing before, so you decided to say why not.

He beamed at you as you nodded, he took your hand and led you to a seat near the little stage of the tavern.

The bard proclaimed to everyone inside that the next song was dedicated to you and your efforts on helping Angel's Share. People cheered and whistled at you, praising you for your hard work.

You blushed, not used to the attention being directed towards you.

Venti began to sing, averting everyone's attention to him. His voice was soft and melodic, his song was euphonious.

There was something about his song that made your heart swell. His eyes caught your gaze and he gave you a wink, you giggled and waved back a hand as a response.

And that was the start of a blossoming friendship. And it wasn't long before you fell for the wine-loving bard.

He was so carefree and he was easy to talk to— although you don't mind him speaking in rhymes sometimes. His playful attitude made it so much fun to hang out with him.

Unbeknownst to you, Venti found you interesting— in fact, he found himself completely mesmerized by the way you deliver yourself.

He found it completely amazing despite how simple the way you live your life, you managed to make the most of it. The bard began helping you with running errands and he likes it whenever he is with you.

And it wasn't long before you two started dating.

You remembered how Venti looked beyond happy when you agreed to date him. He picked you up— which surprised you because of his small figure— and he spun you around, saying how you have finally completed a piece of him.

It was also when you decided to let Venti live with you, since you don't recall him having a place to stay.

Living together was the best decision of your life. You were no longer lonely, and you'd always wake up to having breakfast already set on your table. You jokingly stated to him that you would marry him if he would continue to make his signature dish: Buoyant Breeze to you.

He blushed and giggled, "Maybe I will. I don't mind being married to you!" He replied, as you two both laughed— with you assuming that he, too, was joking.

He was such a doting lover, he would sing his songs and play his lyre whenever work was too much for you or that you simply wished to relax and his melodic voice never fails to make you feel at ease.

It was all good at first. The feeling of love was so new to you that you got addicted to it. You never want it to let go.

But then the red flags started to show.

You took notice of how Venti was always so clingy towards you. You thought that's how most relationships work, thus you went along with it. Never minding the tight grip he had on your arm whenever you go talk to someone while running errands.

But sometimes his clingy attitude can be a bit too much for you, so you would gently pry him off you and he would pout whenever you would do so.

Every time you would turn your back to talk to someone, you never saw how he glared at the person you were conversing to. And there are times when he would get jealous, he'd pull you away from whatever you were doing or whoever you were talking with and would just bury his head in your chest— with him not saying a word.

You stared at him, confused. You asked what was wrong but he merely held on to you tighter— not knowing what to do or say, you comfortingly patted and rubbed his back. You sense he likes your actions because of how his hold has loosen.

Venti also likes to drink, meaning, he can be quite the alcoholic. There was one time where he was drinking to no end at the tavern, you had to physically maneuver him off the counter. He was proclaiming words to everyone about how much he loves you— albeit his sentences sounded a bit too obsessive for your taste.

But you suppose he just loves you that much.

Oh how naïve you were, obliviously wearing rose-tinted glasses to prevent yourself from seeing the red signs.

But the more you spend time with Venti, slowly but surely, your rose-tinted glasses begin to crack— allowing you to finally be able to see a glimpse of the red flags that have been there since day one.

But because of your addiction to this first love you felt, you stupidly ignored it. Thinking that Venti isn't the type of guy to be put in a negative light.

And once your glasses finally shatter completely, it was too late for you.

Venti will admit, breaking you was a tad bit difficult. He wasn't expecting for your resolve to be so strong.

It took a lot of endurance with your thrashing around and spitting out such hurtful words. But he managed to deal with it all. He knows you don't mean them, and that you were simply scared of taking your relationship to the next level.

But honestly, why would you be scared? Weren't you the one who stated that you wouldn't mind marrying him?

You wouldn't have minded it from the start, but now that you have seen him— his inner side of toxicity, you wanted to get away. Away from him and his suffocating hold.

He told you it was normal for couples to act around each other such as he had done, however, you knew. You knew what he said was far from the truth. You may have been stupid before, but now you are desperately trying to change that.

But unfortunately, you were merely a human and he was a God.

The bard let out a hum, as he proceeded to open the door of your shared bedroom. His humming turned into a full blown singing once he's fully inside the room.

"Ah, why hello there, my dear cecilia!"

He greeted, seeing your figure. He approached you with a smile, a red hue dusted his cheeks as he sat on the floor next to you.

"Charles has been asking for your presence today, but I told him you weren't coming anymore. I told him how last week had almost killed you and that you were badly hurt while doing your usual errands."

He rambled, taking his lyre and began to play a few notes. "Don't worry, I made sure he won't come looking for you. It'd be a shame for Master Diluc to find a replacement for Charles." He giggled at his own words, not minding your lack of response.

He laid his head on your lap and he sighed in bliss, caressing your legs and feeling the smooth skin that was littered with scars.

"You're broken, but that's alright. This way, you can always be with me."

The bard whispered, looking up at you and was met with dull (e/c) coloured eyes. He reached out a hand to touch your cheek, slowly leaning in to steal a kiss.

Yes, Venti is content having you like this. And this way, you will never ever leave him.

ㅤ

— Kazuha

In a futile attempt to save the collapsing clan of Kaedehara's, they decided to marry off their heir to the one and only daughter of the (L/n) clan.

Of course, your clan isn't really that big and well known, but your clan's wealth and stability is enough for the Kaedehara's to note that your family will be the one that could help save them from the verge of falling apart.

Your father was hesitant to give off his one and only daughter away to a near no longer existing clan. However, your suitor's home was once a subordinate clan to the house of the Kamisato's, and knowing the former, perhaps the latter's was indeed a formidable clan.

Maybe this alliance could save them and it would greatly benefit your family.

And so your father agreed. Shaking hands with your soon-to-be husband's father as you sat there impassively in front of them.

As the one and only daughter of the (L/n) family, you considered you a very valuable piece— and important figure that'll have a major role in your home.

Truth be told, you didn't grow up in a loving household.

The moment you were born you were immediately isolated from the rest. Your father saw you as an important pawn in this game of chess. Every little flaw you did— be it simply playing with the other children or playing with toys— you were immediately punished by isolating you in a small dark room and starving you for at least three days.

And as you grow older, your punishments tend to get worse and worse than the last.

You grew up having no friends and you'd only talk whenever you are spoken to. Your father's cruelty has molded you into a being that only functions whenever it takes orders.

The next day arrived, and the sliding doors opened revealing the man who you would soon call your husband.

"Greetings, Lady (L/n). I am Kaedehara Kazuha, heir of the Kaedehara clan. It is a pleasure to finally meet you." He had a small smile upon his features as you began to examine him.

Kazuha had platinum coloured blond hair that had an odd red streak on his right. His eyes were red with a hint of yellow in them.

You then greeted back, "The pleasure is all mine." Bowing politely, you two soon began to get to know each other.

Although— that's what Kazuha was trying to do. He asked you about yourself and your answers were rather.....vague. He could only tilt his head and not question any further when he noticed that you wouldn't give him a straight answer.

You weren't what the albino was expecting.

He predicted you to be someone who was very reluctant to be here with him— and to be soon your spouse. He thought you'd be spitting at his face because you wouldn't want to marry a man who came from a collapsing clan.

But you were different.

Very different.

You were submissive and he deemed you an enigma of sorts. You listened and barely talked, unless he asked you questions— and that seemed the only time you would talk.

You had intrigued him and every day that was spent with you, Kazuha was always looking forward to each one. In fact, he even started to write poems that were inspired by you— not that you know his poet side.

Everything was going smoothly.

That is until news had spread saying Kazuha was now roaming the streets as a criminal by the Vision Hunt Decree.

"Preposterous!"

"Lord (L/n), please—!"

Your father threw a glass and a loud shattering sound erupted from it. Kazuha's father tried to calm him down but to no avail.

"My lord, please calm down—"

"Calm down? You expect me to calm down?!"

Lord (L/n) was noticeably seething, "How can I be calm when that foolish son of yours is now a fugitive! And to think I almost let my only daughter marry that man— he has brought shame not only to the Kaedehara clan but also to the (L/n) name as well!"

"This is just a big misunderstanding, let's all just—"

"Enough! I no longer wish to speak with— no! I no longer wish to associate with you or anyone who bears the Kaedehara name! Your son has disgraced everyone and I will not tolerate that!"

"But my lord—!"

"Consider this meeting finished! Good riddance!"

Your father stormed out of the room with you following shortly after. Your face has never changed its expression the entire time— just like always.

Hearing Kazuha becoming a criminal oddly made you feel something. But you shrugged it off. There's no use in consolidating with a criminal now— your father was clear with his statement. You'll surely be in trouble if you were to defy him.

Months passed, and everything was still the same for you. You heard news that all the Kaedehara's possessions were all seized by the authorities.

You sipped your tea. Ashame, and here you thought you would finally get out of this hellhole. You won't say it out loud but you found Kazuha to be a good company. He was a nice break from the others, he was patient with you and he was well-spoken. You could tell he likes admiring you, assuming he wants to know you more but you wouldn't allow him.

That night, your handmaidens dressed you for bed and left you to rest once they were done.

You laid on your bed, sleep was seemingly difficult for you to achieve. So you lay there with your eyes staring at the ceiling. This never happened to you before, usually you would instantly succumb to slumber whenever you would hit the hay.

Your thoughts then wandered to all the events that happened. Kazuha being a fugitive, your father being more abusive than usual, the Kaedehara clan was practically nonexistent now.

You turn to your side, your dull (e/c) eyes stared at the floor. You wondered if your father would marry you off again, you doubt it will feel the same as it was with the male albino.

You won't bet on it anyway.

As you began to close your eyes, you heard your window open. You slowly sat up and almost let out an uncharacteristic gasp when your gaze met with bright red eyes in the dark.

Kazuha?

Before you could utter a word, Kazuha kneeled by your side, holding out a hand.

"Have I frightened you, my lady? I apologise, I did not mean to scare you." He smiled gently at you, "You must be confused as to why I'm here."

You nodded, slowly.

"I am here to take you away, my lady." He spoke with an all seriousness in his face. "I have dug deep into your history and I now know how much abuse you have suffered."

"I am here to take you away, away from here and go somewhere safe with me." The albino stood up and took your hand, placing a kiss that only intimate lovers would do. "Come with me, be with me, just like how it was meant to be."

You didn't pull your hand away.

"Father will surely won't be happy knowing you came here unannounced." He saw your face as unreadable to him— just like how it always was.

"Well, your father won't be happy with me taking you away from here without telling him either, but does that really matter?"

"Father says you're a fugitive, and the (L/n) family will no longer associate themselves with those who bear the Kaedehara name." Kazuha silently clicked his tongue at your reply. You were far too broken than he anticipated.

"That goes to you as well?"

"I am of blood that carries the (L/n) name, yes, it goes to me as well."

Red eyes stared at you in sympathy, "Had we met before what you had to go through, you would surely be a different person now."

"Why won't you leave with me?"

He whispered but you heard and decided not to comment on it. You have always wanted to leave this place, but you wouldn't take any chances with a criminal. You fear making enemies to those under the Vision Hunt Decree— which is even more trouble than living with your father.

"If you come with me, he won't hurt you anymore. You'll be safe with me, (Y/n)— that I can promise you." He pleaded, "Be my wife once again. You have earned yourself a special place in my heart, that is why I must have you."

But you barely spoke to him. Only talking whenever he would throw questions at you, but even that wouldn't be called a proper conversation.

"Our engagement has been called off, we are no longer—"

Kazuha cut off by kissing your lips. His kiss felt like he was yearning for this moment. He held you gently when he sensed that you would not push him away.

Once he broke the kiss, he placed a cloth on your nose and you instinctively began to struggle away from, accidentally inhaling its scent— your vision slowly began to fade into black.

"I'm sorry. Once I'll bring you somewhere safe, we'll be husband and wife like how we are supposed to be."

Were the last words you hear before you complete blackout.

When you awoke, your head was spinning and aching very badly, as well as your whole body. You groaned and clutched your head, but a sound of clanking metal.

"?"

Your eyes widened and you realized your wrists were chained. You saw the end of the metal chain attached to the wall. You tugged, hearing its clanking sound. Your movement caused you to sit upright on the bed you were in and felt strangely bare.

You hissed in pain and looked down—

"!?"

And to your horror...

You were naked.

Well, you had a large sheet covering your body, but your bare body could still be seen out in the open. And what's worse was that you felt pain down on your body.

You heard the door open and you met eyes with the person who took you.

"My love, you're awake."

He smiled, as he approached you. Scared, you immediately backed away from him— clutching the sheet over your naked form.

He let out a soft chuckle and stood next to you. "There's no need to be shy. I have already seen all your beauty." He sat down on the bed and went to touch you.

But you shriek— which made him pause. Your breath slowly started to hyperventilate and it was becoming noticeable.

"Y-You..." You began. "You did it w-without c-consent..."

"You defiled me!" The waterworks now formed as you spoke out of your own accord. "You t-took me without my consent!"

"My love, I—"

You screamed and thrashed, punching and kicking him— desperately trying to get away from him. But unfortunately, Kazuha was stronger than you. He trapped you in his arms and he attempted to shush you.

"There there. It's alright, you're safe now. I'm here."

Your screams were muffled by his chest. You have never felt this much terror and pain before. You were now considering perhaps your father was being merciful towards you.

Yeah he was abusive and he hurt you to the point where he made you submissive— but his level of pain couldn't atop this type of pain you were feeling.

And the fear was more than what your father would inflict upon you.

You shook under his hold. You sobbed, feeling sick at what this man had done to you.

This man who you thought was gonna be your saviour of freeing you out from your home— made you want to crawl back and plead to never leave.

You liked him. For a very long time, Kazuha was the type of company you longed for. You slowly yearned to see him more, but you were utterly disappointed to hear the news of him becoming a criminal. You silently scolded yourself for getting your hopes up.

You should have known that your father was always right. And being obedient was the only way to survive in the harsh world— as he told you. So you did.

By following every word he says was basically allowing yourself to be deprived of things you wanted.

But cruelty is what would make things go in order, and your father did just that. However, now... Now you are beginning to come to your senses.

You are now screaming and crying— acting like a child. Had you been back at home, you would surely have been punished by now. But instead, Kazuha held you. Shushing your cries with soft words, while also proclaiming his love to you.

You were beyond confused, scared and hurt.

You don't know what to do, aside from following your gut. Slowly, you calmed down— however, the fear was still within you.

"Shh, my love. That's it, calm down now."

Father would hit you, but Kazuha was being gentle with you.

"..."

What is this...?

You felt him place a kiss on your temple, his hand rubbed your shoulder comfortingly. When you stopped shaking, you spoke.

"What a-are you going to d-do with me now?"

It was a surprise to you that you asked a question first, but the albino merely smiled at you and replied.

"Taking you back to your father won't be an option now. He knows you are here with me, I sent him a letter saying you run away willingly with me. He'll be very furious with you if you return to your home."

He placed a stray strand of your hair behind your ear, "So, being with me is the only choice for you, and I don't mind that. After all, I'm protecting two important people now." You felt him caress your tummy and you gasped.

"Let us bring back what was once gone, so we can start the Kaedehara clan anew with our new family."

You remembered passing out due to your excessive crying that day.

Two years have passed.

While you were pregnant with your child, Kazuha had entrusted you into the hands of a woman named Beidou and her crew.

She happily accepted you and treated you with care despite your reserved attitude. You have thought of using her to get away from Kazuha but you had nothing and nowhere to go.

A strange man then came to Inazuma and changed everything. Kazuha was renowned as a hero and news of it spread like wildfire.

It even reached your father.

You weren't surprised when your father sent a letter stating he was happy to ally himself with the Kaedehara's and that he'll allow your engagement with Kazuha to pursue.

How easily perceivable of him.

A part of the Kazuha's clan was restored. It wasn't anything big, yet— but it was enough for you and your family to live with.

You gave birth to your child— a son, whom he called Tomo: in honour of his dear friend.

Currently, you are sitting in the garden. The peaceful scenery and atmosphere help you remove yourself from the troubles of the world for awhile.

You felt two arms wrapped around you from behind and you didn't even bother to greet the man behind you. A hum came from him as he kissed your cheek. "Hm~ hello, dearest." He greeted, standing himself in front of you.

"How was your day?"

Good, before he came along.

"I hope Tomo wasn't giving you too much trouble." He laughed, his cheeks were dusted with pink.

He sat down right next to you, chatting with you about all things that happened with his day. He touched your cheek, seeming to be happy and content with the moment.

"You're broken, but that's alright. This way, you can always be with me." He whispered, leaning his head on your form. Lifting your hand up,he kissed your wedding ring.

Perhaps living with your father was the better option after all.