#explictred

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You never understood why he liked sleeping in the archives room so much. Regardless, you had your own room in the Astral Express and that was all you needed — some privacy. That was until Dan Heng had suddenly decided that your room was to be shared with him, same bed and all. No, not your room anymore, the both of you shared it. You should get that right from now on, unless you want a pouty Vidyadhara in bed at night.

Not to mention that there was beginning to be a growing pile of pillows and blankets on your bed that Dan Heng kept bringing over. At least he was comfortable with you enough to do so.

Speaking of which, though you had not broken the unfathomable and taboo rule today, a pout laid on his face as he snuggled deeper into you in bed that night. You gently hummed, petting his hair in a soothing manner, “What’s up with the pout?”

“…Nothing. I’m fine.”

“Oh? Then why the sulking?”

You tilted his head up, an amused smile on your face as you observed his cute expression. A hint of red dusted his cheeks and ears as Dan Heng mumbled out a response, sulking harder. “Hnn… I’m not sulking…”

He pushed his face back against the crook of your neck despite the hand under his chin, hiding in the comfort of your arms and neck again. How cute and unusual of him.

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You’ve noticed that Dan Heng’s been acting a little weird lately. He’s been sulking more, talking less, and has been clinging and following you around to an absurd degree. Were all dragons this clingy?

He, in particular, gave a weird response when Sunday, a new member of the Astral Express, sat next to you on the plush red seats of the train.

Dan Heng's tail not-so-subtly curled around your waist as he stared intensely in front of him. You disregard Dan Heng's waist curling around you. It was cute, and he had been pretty clingy lately anyway. Meanwhile, the Sunday was too flustered to notice Dan Heng's mood, pink painting his cheeks. He averted his eyes, shyly gazing at the floor as he tried not to squirm out of nervousness.

"Trailblazer... I used the new cologne you got me. It smells very nice and I really appreciate it. Would you mind if we... went out again?"

"Oh? You like it, Sunny? Of course! We can go out again together."

"Ah... Thank you..."

Dan Heng's fist clenched.

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That night, Dan Heng comes to your room again. Actually, no, he follows you to your room this time. Right after your conversation with Sunday. Usually, he would do his own thing in the archive room before returning to your room like every night. However, he was being extra needy and touchy today, practically pouncing onto you the second you got onto the bed.

He sighed, leaning against you in bed, clutching your shirt in his fist, "I thought you were mine..."

"Yours?"

"Hnn... We sleep together in bed every night now, don't we? And I follow you every where you go and provide protection... That's what mates do."

"..."

"...What? You know I'm in heat. You're already quite fortunate that I'm even holding back right now... Mm..."

Oh. So that's what the pile of pillows and blankets were for. You did not know.

You looked around, notebook opened on your desk, in the middle of a lecture. Everyone else was paying attention to the teacher, writing, or maybe doodling and scribbling in boredom, and listening. Not one person seemed out of ordinary. You shrugged it off, turning your body and attention back to the lecture, internally sighing. Everyday was the same. Lectures, homework, lectures, and more homework. Maybe something could happen soon? Like some drama between some random girls while you secretly listened in or overhearing some gossip about some scandalous situation.

The next day was the same. You felt a stare at the back of your head again in class.

And the next day, another.

You were going insane. Were you really being looked at or were you going crazy from all of the work and sleep deprivation? It didn't help that you maybe had an addiction to caffeine and energy drinks at this point... Cough cough.

One day, you caught the perpetrator. Zandik. It happened one day when you were doing your turn-backs, seemingly becoming daily, and he was still stuck staring at you, a hand under his chin as if this was normal. A few seconds passed of awkwardly staring at each other before he quietly sputtered, red coating his cheeks as he looked away, scowling at you. What the hell did you even do this time?

You were just an average student, getting good grades and just trying to get by. You were sure that you did nothing out of ordinary or committed some sort of action that pissed him off.

“S-Stop staring…” Zandik muttered, still wearing that pissed off, flustered scowl.

Oh. You hadn’t realized that you were still staring at him. His cheeks only became more red as he began lightly squirming in his seat under your gaze. You immediately looked away.

Huh. That was weird. You had always thought Zandik to be arrogant and cocky, refusing to work with others. And yet he just acted like a cute little puppy, wagging its tail at you.

But even puppies had masters, and that fact didn't fall upon you yet.

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Everything was weird. No matter where you went, it always felt like there were a pair of eyes stuck on you.

Well, at least you received a cute love letter today. Who know you could pull someone?

It was written neatly and had hearts all over. It didn't have a name or a signature, but it was cute!

"My dearest beloved,

You looked divine today, as you always did. I'm so in love with you that it hurts my chest. Please tell me that you need me too. I want you so much. Words can't describe how much I feel.

Please please please respond

You'll always be mine. I'll always be there with you.

Love you love you love you

You're my master, I'll always listen to you, please please please

I'll even kneel for you to take me

My dearest sweetheart, you're so enticing. My heart beats faster every time I see you. Do you love me back?"

Whoever had wrote this was clearly deep in love. It was almost pitiful, but you were flattered? They had a clear spiral of deep, obsessive love midway through.

You pocketed the letter, and a certain blue-haired puppy smiled at that.

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Tonight was different. You were already sleepy, every assignment was done and completed, and you didn't even drink any energy drinks!

You hummed, listening to some random artist, unaware and zoning out. What you failed to notice was the quiet noises outside your window, which you had so happily opened for some fresh air to add to the relaxation.

How cute of you. You then fell asleep.

"How naive and innocent," Zandik thought. But that was okay! That was what he found cute about you, after all.

He quietly opened the window, eyes staring intently at your face with a lovesick expression the whole time as he stepped into your beloved room.

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The alarm rang, signaling for you to get up as usual and head to the Akademiya.

You noticed a weird positioning of the blanket.

It didn't seem to be in place like how you had slept during the night. Oh well! People change positions while sleeping, right? But this seemed oddly like as if two people were sharing the same bed, sleeping side by side...

Regardless, you shrugged it off. Everything was weird lately.

Ah. The window was still open. You merely closed it with a small clink before deciding to get ready for another stressful day at the Akademiya.

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Zandik was acting weird in class again. He kept looking at you before glancing away with a flustered face every time you caught him staring. Weird. But then again, he was always weird, it seemed.

Seems like everything's okay!

As the bell rung, you got up, as did the other students in the room did. Packing up your stuff, Zandik shakily walked up to you, acting like a timid rabbit who couldn't handle whatever he was feeling internally.

You turned your head to stare at him as he began speaking, trying to act cocky and confident as usual when he couldn't even look you in the eyes, "G-Give me your number."

...How bold.

guys i want to write lohen too... not surprising dottore liker lol (I can't get over 6.6)

LOVEMAKING

"H-Hnng!" He squirms in your hold, panting as you pleasure him more and more. Oh god- Why are you so good at this? All of the pleasure is driving him insane! "A-Aah...~ M-Mmf...!"

"Feels good?" You ask, an amused lilt to your voice as you continue filling his pretty head up with nothing but you.

"Y-Yes! Y-Yes...!" He whines underneath you, being forced to take everything you give him, no matter how overstimulating. He's just your little toy, your puppet, your puppy who you can break and use over and over again. He'd do anything for you.

Whimpering, he holds you tighter, bringing you closer to him to feel more of that delicious, torturous pleasure despite feeling his thighs and body shake. He wants more. He needs more. "M-More... M-More! P-Please, pleasepleaseplease-!"

By now, it was evening. Despite being a Fatui Harbinger in Teyvat, the Fatui had its connections with the Interastral Peace Corporation, as did you for various reasons. They were quite enthusiastic every time they sent in a representative to talk with you, always trying to strike a deal to have you work with them some more. Regardless, you were used to the attention by now.

The first time you stepped foot into the Astral Express, their beloved Trailblazer had gotten onto their knees, looking up at you with starry eyes, their hands clasped so tightly as if they worshipping you. March 7th had to scold them, a red, embarrassed flushed on her face even as she kept glancing at you with awe as well. It seemed like she really was trying to give a first good impression of herself in front of her one and only idol. Dan Heng, the quiet one, had only stuttered and intently stared at you with the same flush. Sunday, the cute bird... angel? hid his eyes with his wings every time you looked at him, his face growing darker the more you did so. Welt and Himeko greeted you with happy faces, ecstatic to meet you and to introduce you to the members of the Astral Express.

Now, when you visited today, the Trailblazer immediately hugged you as usual, welcoming you as if you were merely coming home from a long day of work like a beloved spouse.

"Darling! Welcome back~ I missed you! Did you miss me?"

They clearly had grown comfortable around you. They're such great friends, really. Even if they do love you more than what friends do.

"I did," You reply, smiling politely as usual. The usual smile that charmed them.

"Ahhh! You're so cute, sweetheart!"

March 7th huffed, crossing her arms and immediately walking over to the both of you, trying to tug the Trailblazer off. "Come on...! You're suffocating them!"

Just smile.

Truly, everyone loves you.

Maybe even a bit too much.

The fan who had barged into your workplace didn't escape your mind. Things like this were normal now.

Just be charming and nice.

Everyone likes you.

You couldn't escape now.

runrunrunrunrun

You remember when it all started that the IPC started their connections with you. You were an impressionable, naive, young kid. You signed the contract. That was all there was to it. They merely took what was promised and engaged their fans with your misery words.

It's not as if you wanted to, promise! You just couldn't escape from the situation. It was awful, and everyone saw, and everyone watched, and everyone laughed and saw and

You put on a smile every time they shined the cameras on you. You don't remember whether it was a forced one. But hey, you got more famous, right? The IPC got more famous too. Good for them.

THATSNOTMETHATSNOTME

Once you were back home, you sunk into your plush bedsheets and mattress, the same ones that Pantalone had spoiled you with.

Click.

Something flashed in the corner of your view, not noticeable enough for you to be aware of it.

Pulling out your phone, you noticed the same obscene amount of text messages from your fans on multiple social media platforms.

There were also 99+ calls, all from different phone numbers who had called many times. It was time to change your phone number again, it seemed. How did they even find out your new number?

"Marry me!!"

"OMG I saw you today!!"

"I had fun on that date with you yesterday! Are you coming to come by later?"

"AHH you're so attractive!"

"I loved your outfit!! Join me at the park later! We can talk together again under the stars!"

Unknown

"I called you earlier, why didn't you answer me??? answer answer answer answer me"

User sent 13 photos

User sent 14 photos

"Don't tell me that our time together last night meant nothing to you."

You ignored the last message. It wasn't as if they were going to know you read their message, and you weren't going to read the many other hundreds of messages right now. Besides, it was now time to scroll in bed instead, and the photos that you glazed over seemed to look like you sure, but you never hung out with them. They must've photoshopped it, so it wasn't worth looking into. There were tons of other creepy messages as well that weren't worth your time.

You notice a few more text messages a few minutes later. However, this time, from someone you know.

Aventurine

You have received 100,000 credits

"Oops. I meant to text you instead, but my hand slipped and I pressed the credit button instead."

"By the way, don't you think 100,000 credits is too low for someone like my darling beloved?"

You have received 1,000,000 credits

"Be sure to text back soon <3"

You

"Hello~ Did you need something?"

Aventurine

"Nope! Just wanted to tell my darling goodnight."

"Oh yeah, I wanted to ask if you wanted to go out with me. My treat, of course."

"You can think of it as a nice little outing after your next meeting with the IPC. They want to talk with you again."

"I'm getting jealous, really."

"Promise you won't forget me, darling? <3"

"I might just have to deal with them myself."

Aventurine deleted a message

HELPHELPHELPHELP

A week passes. The same meaningless, dull things happened again.

However, during your week, someone had slipped you a few photos of you sleeping in your bed. It sent shivers down your spine. A few clothes went missing as well. And were your things always placed that way in the living room?

There were the usual meetings with the Fatui, deals that dragged you into the spotlight for the IPC, and whatnot. Couldn't they see how tired you were? Being dragged left and right, pulled apart, having a light shining on you wherever you went, and everyone who picked you apart for them to see and watch. Your fame benefited them too much, and your face was too much of sweet candy for audience. You were antsy from being put on stage for so long once more, stuck to contracts and deals that had once appealed to you that involved your participation and spotlight. Perhaps you needed something to dull out your senses again.

Ah, but you couldn't right now. Let's not focus on the dull stuff, yes? You were now in Planarcadia for the first time, having been invited by the Astral Express to visit. You didn't choose to go with them, wanting alone time in your own misery. It was time to relax instead!

Donning a hood and a mask, you looked quite out of place here. Oh well. It was the land of Elation, where nothing mattered as long as you were having fun. It is quite the bright city, you noticed. All of the colorful buildings mixed together to create a vibrant view.

On your walk, you met a few notable figures. Ashveil, an odd detective who took on many kinds of jobs, had taken one good look at the upper half of your face and suddenly decided to bring you along with him before naming you as an entirely different celebrity. The monkey beside him, known as Narrator, only stared at him in disappointment.

"Hey! Don't blame me! Everyone here has the same good-looking face!" Ashveil only whined, trying not to embarrass himself in front of you.

You and this other person did NOT even have the same hair color! Oh well. He'd figure it out eventually. Maybe. There was also Blade and Silver Wolf, who were now in different outfits. They only stared at you intently, dissecting your every move and comparing it to determine if it was you. They didn't exactly jump onto conclusions. You only quickly walked away.

The more you walked around, the more you grew to be uneasy. They were right. There were tons of people who had the same face of you. The exact same face, walking around in different outfits. Outfits that you wore once. Outfits that the public shouldn't even know of, hidden away in your closet without being worn in public once. The same figure. The same physique. The same voice, laughing so melodically with a friend attached to the hip. Was that what Ashveil had meant earlier, with there being people having the same face?

Funnily enough, it seemed as if they were having a better time than you were, holding hands with their loved ones. The partners had varying types of behaviors. Some clingy. Some touchy. Some possessive.

You bet they didn't have the same amount of responsibilities as you did. Bet that they didn't deal with the same amount of attention everyday.

Bet that they didn't deal with the same amount of creepy letters, creepy text messages, having to change your phone number, forced to hide your appearance, force to-

Anyway, you heard of something called the "Furbobo Weekly" while walking around, surrounded by the pests who had the same faces as you with their darlings.

It wasn't fair how free they seemed to be, unlike you.

You searched up their website. As expected, there were pictures and articles of you everywhere. It seems that the Trailblazer has a hand in this magazine as well...?

There were many, many photos. Photos of you in cafes. Photos of you in restaurants. Photos of you in various shops. Photos of you outdoors. Photos of you in different homes. Photos of you in their beds. Claims of you being the real deal by the various ones who had taken the photos. There were comments under the specific articles that had such claims when you never even went to these places...

ILikeHandsomeFatuus

"Stop lying."

"We all wish he was the real one and holding us."

"You just have an imagenae in your bed like the rest of us.

AberrationsWillBeArrested

"True."

NotALiar

"Hi! I'm the photographer of the photo. I just wanted to say that yes, he's 100% real."

"Also, why is the Department of Aberration Defense responding to this??"

Imagenae? Is this what those who had the same face as you are? The Trailblazer never mentioned this to you before. Furthermore, there were also articles on those who stalked you and their photos and actions. The Furbobo Weekly also documented the amount of fanfics of you x reader, where to find such fanfics, and had a subscription related to it.

As you searched further on the internet, more photos of lookalikes popped up, as well as videos. Needless to say, you didn't want to look at them anymore. They clearly had done their job with fulfilling their hosts' fantasies and desires. Whether platonic or romantic, it didn't matter to you. They seemed genuinely happy.

SOWHYCOULDN'TYOUFEELTHESAMEWAY?

WHYWHYWHYWHY

ITWASN'TFAIR

Well, good for them! At least they were enjoying something, unlike you. Unlike you, who was going through the same motions in life. Unlike you, who was getting scared left and right by fans and society who thought they were your only one, your only lover, your only darling. Those who haunted you day and night, keeping you thinking and paranoid if whether someone was right outside your door or currently breathing down your neck.

It probably wouldn't be so bad. As long as they didn't bother you! And hey, with this new distraction of theirs, more people would come to see that they didn't need to be watching you 24/7, call your number which you didn't give out to just anyone, or take photos of you!

I'm scared of what they do with the clones

Hm? Why the nervousness in your heart? There is no need to be scared.

...

It turned out that there was another issue in your hands now. Or, out of your hands, rather. You couldn't control what other people did, could you? The Trailblazer has somehow noticed your recent silence, whether it is because of their stalking or incessant following and has taken down various posts on the Furbobo Weekly website that reviewed what was happening between your clones and fans. That didn't stop you from seeing posts on social media of such private activities between the clones of you and your fans.

Unknown

"You're all mineYou're all mineYou're all mineYou're all mineYou're all mineYou're all mineYou're all mineYou're all mineYou're all mineYou're all mineYou're all mineYou're all mine"

You ignored the text message. Likely another creepy fan.

This never will end, will it?

Oh well.

Back to smiling.

What a cutie you are for the crowd. <3