#xreader angst

Your friend group is having a get together at Rio’s apartment, you refused at first, (obviously) but after a couple of begging sessions from your best friend you finally caved.

“We’re leaving when I start to feel even the slightest bit unwelcome” you threw over your shoulder before grabbing your keys from the key rack.

 You knock softly on Rio’s apartment door, hesitant.

After waiting a couple of seconds, you decide to knock again, and again…  You tap your heels on the floor getting irritated.

You made your friend go first since finding a parking spot in Rio’s apartment is semi-impossible, however now you’re paying the price by standing awkwardly before her door. 

Finally, the door swings open. You open your mouth, ready to thank your friend who you’ve texted to let you in.

To your surprise though the person who opened the door is no other than Rio herself.

“Took you long enough, I almost froze to death.” You mutter, avoiding eye contact.

“A “thank you” would’ve been good.” Rio replied before moving out of the way to let you in.

She clearly hadn’t moved enough though because you still caught the hint of vanilla scent she always seems to carry. 

Going into the living room where everyone is already cramped on the floor playing some card game, you feel Rio’s overwhelming presence over your shoulder. 

“I don’t remember inviting you.” Rio claimed from behind you.

You stop in your tracks causing her to bump into your back.

“So, you invited all our friends (including the ones both of you can’t stand), and what, forgot about me?”  you inquired, spinning around to face her.

“Didn’t forget, just didn’t want you here.”  Rio claimed curtly. Looking you up and down with something you can’t pinpoint. It’s always like this with Rio, you never know what goes into her mind when looking at you.

“Fine I’ll leave” shoving Rio with your shoulders to get past her. Your words about leaving at any unwelcomeness coming back to you.

“Wait” you thought you heard Rio calling but you were too fast and too stubborn to look back.

  ༄

Arriving back at your place, you scoff at your stupid self for even thinking you could have a civil get together with your friends when Rio is around.

Looking through your messages, you’re surprised to see one from Rio

| 𝚁𝙸𝙾 |

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝? 

𝙼𝚊𝚗, 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝…?

You ignore her nonsense and decide to call it a day.

༄  

You hear the no mistakable sound of ringing coming from your phone.

God who could be calling you at this time? Your bedside clock read 2:00 AM. 

“hello” you pick your phone without reading the caller Id.

“Uh hello” You sit up immediately after hearing that voice, scanning the caller ID, you confirm that’s its indeed Rio

 “Why the hell are you calling me right now” you glance at your clock again.

“Just wanted to make sure you’re home… everyone just left so... yeah” Is she being serious right now? 

“You were invited by the way” she added hesitantly. You paused, not sure how to respond to any of this.

“Good night, Rio” you decide on before ending the call

a/n: first post hoping no one see this [nervous] I know this is not the best but idk feel free to make requests if you liked my writings Bye

I left my home when I turned 13, I didn't want to be there anymore. After losing so many family members, I could not bare it any longer, you needed to get away. They were all great fighters, but because of our status and what we did, it felt like we dropped like flies.

So I left my life as a Shinobi and joined the Demon Slayer Cor. I learned water breathing from Master Urokodaki. Because of my past, it didn't take me very long to master the basics. Soon enough I had mastered enough to do final selections and get my first proper sword and become a demon slayer.

I had left my past life and was getting to really start my new one, there wasn't going to be anything better than this now. Though it was a risky life, it was better than seeing everyone I very much cared and loved for, one by one stop coming home.

Years had passed and my life as a slayer was going well until I heard of the sound hashria's name. I already knew his name was Tengen but I didn't much about it. It wasn't an uncommon name, nor was it common, I had met other Tengens in my life. I didn't know it was Uzui Tengen, my older brother, the one I was closest with and that would do anything to help me get through hard times and was always strong when I couldn't be.

I found out that all the hashira were going to be at HQ, I was a few days away but I had to make sure that this was my Tengen, not some imposter that shared the same name. So, I left at the next day's light.

When I made it there I ran into the water hasria, I had met him once before when I was with Master Urokodaki. I asked if he knew where the sound hashria was, pointing me towards the gardens.

Making my way to the garden I see someone that you've seen before. Hinatsuru was sitting at the base of a tree reading a book. She was his first wife, I had only seen her a few times, most of those being before she was married to Tengen.

I slowly walked up to her not wanting to begin too much attention to myself and sat beside her. She was too absorbed in her book to realize I had just sat next to her, jumping when I spoke up.

She looked up at me and blinked a few times before she spoke up.

"What are you doing here? No one has seen you in years, are you doing well? Have you seen Master Tengen yet? Have you met Suma and Makio? Are you a demon slayer now?" She seemed to have a hundred different questions for you, wanting all of them answered at the same time. Though you could tell her anything, she hugged you, it has been years since you has can contact with another person that the reason was pure love and care. Taken back for a few secs you allow your shoulders to relax and wrapped your arms around Hinatsuru. Soon tucking your head into her shoulder. Mutter the answers to the questions that she has told you.

Soon she let go and asked you to follow her. She leads you deeper into the garden where you say the one person you have missed the most since you had left your life as a Shinobi. He was sitting under a tree and what seemed to be mediaiting. Though you knew you shouldn't interrupt him while he was meditating, you couldn't stop your feet from running towards him and jumping into him in a bear hug.

He took a few moments before he realized who had just tackled him. Standing up and wrapping his arms around you yelling your name and asking you just as many questions as Hinatsuru had just moments before. He was so thrilled to see that one of his siblings was still alive and doing well. He spoke at the speed of light that you couldn't pick up enough to understand anything that he was telling you. But he finally sat you done and brought you to go meet all the other hashria and his other two wives that you hadn't met yet.

After that day he made a place for you to stay with him so that you don't have to worry about ever being alone or coming home to an empty house ever again.

Zhongli had returned to Mondstadt once again. It had been several weeks since his last visit, and he was eager to see you once again. He tried his best to give you space, to allow you to recover in peace, but he simply couldn’t wait any longer. As much as he tried to wait for you to come back, he was so distracted with thoughts of you that even Hu Tao noticed his work was suffering. It had gotten to the point where he would close his eyes at night and be unable to resist the temptation to peer into the ether just to feel your presence where you rested in Favonius Monastery. Zhongli was so overcome by thoughts of you that he used this connection to your soul just to see how you were doing. 

You seemed sad, and… 

Lonely.

Zhongli had made up his mind. Now that you were awake and had weeks to recover, Zhongli decided that speaking to you would reduce the severity of such thoughts.

Thus here he stood, at the florist, buying a bouquet of Cecilias.

“Here are your flowers, have a great day!” The cheerful young Flora smiled as she handed the bouquet to Zhongli.

“Thank you.” Zhongli responded, carefully picking up the neatly tied bouquet. He continued his way up the tiered streets of Mondstadt. The morning was frigid but bright, the sun beaming down from a cloudless sky and warming up the former Archon enough to not feel the cold. He reached the Monastery after several flights of stairs, and remembered the way to your room, so he helped himself along the winding hall and narrow stairwell.

Every night, when he used his link to you, he could feel your soul resting in this room.

However, as he opened the door, he was met with a scene he couldn’t quite understand.

The first thing he noticed was Diluc Ragnvindr sitting in a chair next to your empty bed, his head in his hands. Zhongli lifted his gaze to spot Kaeya leaning against the far wall, his arms crossed with obvious discomfort as he stared at the empty bed.

The bed was empty…

Had you died?

The bouquet of Cecilias slipped from Zhongli’s arms, scattering across the wooden floor. He couldn’t think. Rex Lapis knew better than to assume the worst, but it was the first thought that appeared in his mind as he noticed your neatly made infirmary bed and the sullen mood of the room he had walked into.

Both Ragnvindrs looked up at the rustling sound of flowers falling to the ground. Kaeya’s visible eye widened for a moment, surprised to see none other than the former Geo Archon standing bewildered in the doorway.

“What… happened?” Zhongli’s gaze was dark, his voice low as it rumbled through the room.

“We think she might have run away.” Kaeya responded flatly, his gaze shifting from the neatly made bed to the chest of drawers on the other side of the room. “She took her cloak and shoes with her.”

“She made the bed, but didn’t bother to close the window.” Diluc added.

“It makes us think she climbed out through that window.”

Zhongli glanced towards the fluttering curtains, noticing the window facing west. He could see all the way across Cider Lake from where he stood, and he could even make out the trees that dotted the hills on the other side.

Zhongli’s body relaxed as he realized you had likely left on your own accord.

“Good.” He sighed, nodding his head slowly.

“Good?” Diluc questioned. “What’s good about that? We need to find her before anything happens to her.”

“No,” Zhongli responded. “She left because she wants to be alone.”

“She’s not fully recovered yet, and she’s weaker than a child! She’ll get hurt if we don’t find her soon.” 

“She’s lived for centuries traveling on her own.” Zhongli explained. “She’s going to be fine-”

“No she won’t!” Diluc’s voice was almost a growl as he cut off the former Archon. He stood up from his chair and turned to face Zhongli, beginning to close the distance as they argued. “I’ve seen how she travels, and it makes me wonder how on earth she’s still alive. She shouldn’t be traveling at all, it’s too dangerous for her.”

“You should have some more faith in-”

“Faith? Hah!” Diluc scoffed, stepping towards Zhongli until they were face-to-face. “Morax himself, who couldn’t save her from the Tsaritsa, is asking for faith?!”

Diluc noticed the wince that crossed Zhongli’s face at his statement of fact. Zhongli knew that it wasn’t his fault. He had no clue this would happen when he completed that deal with the Tsaritsa only months ago.

“Diluc, stop.” Kaeya stepped between them, placing a hand on the redhead’s chest. “If she wanted us to come with her, she would have asked.”

“I don’t care about what she wants, I care about what she needs.” Diluc growled. “And she needs to stay and rest.”

“You need to step back and calm down.” Kaeya cut in flatly, staring sternly into his brother’s eyes. Diluc registered how serious Kaeya’s tone was, and faltered for a moment.

“How can I be calm when she’s missing?” Diluc’s voice cracked as he spoke, his shoulders sagging, defeated. His anger seemed to deflate thanks to Kaeya’s coercion.

“If it helps to give any sense of comfort, I can find out where she is.” Zhongli responded. “But will you be able to leave her be?”

“You can find her right now?” Diluc’s eyes widened.

“Only if you are able to let her go.” Zhongli spoke calmly, despite the incredible amount of tension that filled the room only moments ago.

“I…” Diluc looked out the window, his gaze conflicted. “I can’t promise that.” He stalked towards the bedroom door, swinging it open and stepping out into the hallway.

“I’m sorry.” Diluc muttered, gently shutting the door behind himself.

“If you would like, I can still figure out where she is.” Zhongli turned towards Kaeya.

“Despite being far more mature than my hot headed adoptive brother,” Kaeya sighed. “I don’t think I’d be able to help myself if I knew where she was.”

“I see…” Zhongli nodded slowly, realizing just how attached both of them had become to you.

“Have a good day, Zhongli.” Kaeya spoke as he walked out the door, leaving the former archon alone in the monastery infirmary room.

Once again, Zhongli found himself alone. He stared out the window and across Cider lake, preparing to summon his celestial powers to find you when he stopped himself.

After what both brothers had said, he realized that he also would not be able to help himself from following after you.

Zhongli let out a deep breath, turning towards the door. The mere presence of the soul link was enough to reassure him that you were alright, no matter where you were. As Zhongli opened the door and stepped into the hallway, he took one last look through the open window at the rolling hills and sharp cliffs of Brightcrown Canyon. After a momentary pause, he turned around to travel back to Liyue Harbor alone.

~~~

Your feet scuffled across the ground as you hiked up a steep hill. Despite your body not being used to traveling at all, your spirits were higher than ever. This was exactly what you needed.

You understood that you’d need to rest more frequently thanks to your particularly fragile state, so you searched for a clearing in Brightcrown Canyon where you could make a fire and rest for the afternoon and evening.

You emerged through a thicket, hoping that this small break in the woods would be sufficient for a campfire. However, the last thing you expected was to happen upon a hilichurl camp.

“Wah!” One hilichurl exclaimed, jumping up as it saw you. It had been sitting with several hilichurls and a pyro samachurl around a small campfire.

“O… Olah.” You spoke awkwardly, the Hilichurlian greeting feeling foreign on your tongue, silently praying that you wouldn’t anger the creature.

“Kucha ya..”The Hilichurl seemed to calm down as it sat back down to the ground. “Movo zido. Celi dada.” It patted the ground next to itself, as if it were gesturing to have you sit there.

“Dala?” You asked, confused, tilting your head to the side. The hilichurl simply stared at you with its expressionless mask, seeming as though it were waiting for you to sit down. You weren’t sure if you were hallucinating because you’ve never seen a hilichurl be so friendly before. 

You hesitantly approached the spot on the ground, and as you got closer you realized their campfire was incredibly warm. The warmth drew you in, and before you knew it you were sitting next to a hilichurl as if it were simply another human.

“Wah!” You jumped in fear as the hilichurl exclaimed. It had pulled an apple out of its pocket, setting the piece of fruit on the ground in front of you. “Mosi.”

“V-valo…” you thanked the Hilichurl as you looked down at the apple, surprised by its generosity. You glanced around the campfire to see the rest of the monsters lounging around, not seeming to care that a human had joined their camp.

You felt the need to give the Hlichurl something in return, and rummaged through your pockets for something hilichurls might appreciate. You had no food, which was very typical of yourself, but you managed to find an Agnidus Agate sliver at the bottom of your bag. As you pulled it out and held it up in the air, it glowed red in the cloudy afternoon light. You held it out towards the hilichurl, and it leaned towards the fragment as if it were examining the common mineral.

“Celi!” The hilichurl exclaimed, taking the fragment from your hand and passing it over to the lazing Pyro Samachurl.

“Hehehe!” The samachurl exclaimed, picking up the fragment and dancing in a circle. It waved its staff, and the small campfire surged into a bonfire.

Echoes of Hilichurlian cheers and thank you’s filled the clearing, as your body relaxed in the comforting warmth of the fire. You laid down on your side, facing the blaze, and watched in fascination as the hilichurl who invited you pulled out a book and began to read. You stared more closely at the hilichurl, realizing that everything about it was unusual…  even its mask had Liyuean characters painted on it instead of the typical ominous markings. 

You bit into the apple as you watched the hilichurl read, enjoying the tasty snack while resting in the warmth of the fire. Despite being surrounded by monsters who would sooner fight a human than befriend one, you felt safe here… You closed your eyes and drifted off as the first flurries of winter began to fall from the sky.

~~~

“Well, this is an unusual sight indeed.” A youthful giggle erupted from behind you, rousing you from your slumber.

“Hnn, five more minutes.” You grumbled, refusing to open your eyes just yet.

“Can you tell me why an old traveler is sleeping in an old Hilichurl camp while surrounded by a ring of cabbages?”

You blinked your eyes open, completely baffled by the child’s remark.

“What the hell?” You mumbled, the first thing entering your vision being the vibrant green of a fresh cabbage. You slowly propped yourself up, noticing the red streaks of dawn in the sky and the glowing embers of the bonfire you had fallen asleep beside. The ground you laid on was warm and dry, but snowfall coated everything beyond the radius of the bonfire’s warmth.

You sat up fully, turning around to see someone had placed a ring of cabbages around you while you slept. You glanced up to see more green towering over you. 

“Woah, a big cabbage.” You mumbled.

“I’m not a cabbage!” The blob exclaimed, and you rubbed the blurriness from your eyes to realize it was a short boy dressed in green.

“Woah, a kid in Brightcrown Canyon?”

“I’m not a kid either!” The boy exclaimed, stomping one foot. “I’m offended that you don’t even remember me, Y/N!”

“What?” You furrowed your eyebrows, far too confused for so early in the morning. How did the kid know your name? You stared up at the lyre at the kid’s waist and the braids that glowed blue at the ends.

You gasped.

“Venti?!”

The last time you had seen the Anemo Archon was before the Cataclysm that had fragmented the seven nations and their Gods. Venti had gone to sleep shortly after it, and you believed he was still asleep to this day. To suddenly see him appear in the mountains of Northern Mondstadt after five centuries was an incredible surprise to you.

“Yup, that’s me!” He grinned. “What are you doing all alone in Brightcrown, and with such poor health on top of it!” Venti leaned closer to your face, squinting at your health bar. “You should really eat something or take a potion!”

“It doesn’t work…” You muttered awkwardly, squirming under his inquisitive gaze.

“Huh? How can that be possible?” Venti questioned.

“It’s a long story…” You answered, scratching the back of your neck. “Anyway, I’m trying to get away from things for a while.”

“Oh, I have just the solution for that!” Venti immediately switched his tone as he grew excited.

“Uhm… does the solution include copious amounts of alcohol?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow at the Archon.

“I mean, it could…” Venti laughed. “Anyway, when was the last time you visited Inazuma?”

Your eyes lit up. Inazuma was far, far away from Mondstadt and the perfect place to start a new adventure.

“It’s been decades! Not since the Sakoku Decree was initiated!” You exclaimed before pausing  for a moment and becoming confused again. “But wait, how are we meant to get there with the borders and teleporter waypoints closed down?”

“Oh, I have my ways!” Venti giggled.

“I was gonna go to Natlan for a while, but Inazuma sounds even better.”

“Isn’t Natlan harder to get into than Inazuma?” Venti questioned, confused.

“Psh, that’s only what people think!” You waved your hand at Barbatos.

“Then trust me, Inazuma will be a piece of cake!” Venti giggled, twirling through the air as he skipped through the clearing. “Come with me to Dornman Port, we can hitch a ride on a cargo ship!”

“Okay, okay, wait a second!” You scrambled to your feet, “let me pick up these cabbages first!”

You shoved them into your bag one by one, mouth watering at the thought of cabbage soup for dinner.

“A second’s up, let’s go!” Venti called, beginning to skip away from you again.

“Come on, ‘batos!” You groaned, rushing after him.

~~~

Dawn Winery felt empty. The grounds were completely silent, the fresh blanket of snow muffling the noises of nature. Diluc sat in his office, festering with the events of the previous day. He couldn’t sleep a wink the previous night, but he couldn’t focus for long enough to get any productive task done either.

For some reason, Diluc couldn’t get you out of his mind. Something about your injury, your coma, and your sudden disappearance dredged up memories from the loneliest years of his life. The years he was left to manage Dawn Winery alone, far before he was mature enough, alone far before he was ready to be.

Diluc gazed out his window, at the silhouette of a quiet Mondstadt City in the distance. It was early in the morning, and the first streaks of sunrise began to paint the sky with reds and oranges.

Red at dawn… A storm was going to come.

Diluc had a sudden thought. He reached across the desk for a blank piece of paper, and began to write a letter.

Finally, he felt like he was doing something productive as his quill scratched against the paper; it scrawled neat and curly letters along the page in pitch black ink without a single smudge or spill. When Diluc was finished, he rummaged through his desk for some legal documents before sealing them up in an envelope. He tucked it into his pocket, striding out his office and heading down the stairs. When he entered the front foyer, he reached into his pocket again. This time, however, he pulled out something far different than a letter – something far worse than a letter.

Pulsing with arcane power, Diluc held up his father’s delusion to observe it in the light. It glowed faintly red, with some Fatui symbol encapsulated at the center of the pristine gem. Despite his father having died almost 10 years ago, the delusion hummed with just as much energy as that fateful night. Unlike visions, delusions didn’t fizzle out when its user died – anyone could use them, sucking away their life force to wield power far more intense and dangerous than a vision.

Diluc lowered the delusion into a peculiar-looking vase. The brightly painted patterns on the ceramic piece were gaudy and didn’t suit the decor of the foyer at all. Despite Adeline’s insistence, Diluc refused to have the vase removed. After all, it had been the vessel Kaeya had sent containing Diluc’s vision once upon a time, returning it to him despite everything that had happened between the two.

Diluc nodded, satisfied with the delusion safely inside the ugly vase. He stepped out the front door, walking to the edge of the snow-covered patio and placing his letter into his mailbox. He could send it by bird, but he didn’t need the letter to get to its destination fast. He shut the mailbox and walked down the path a little more, gazing around the snowy orchard. He glanced back at the manor house, smiling to himself as he recalled so many of the memories here. The land held his entire life – good memories, bad memories, and everything in between.

Diluc let out a sigh as he reached into his pocket to retrieve a teleporter crystal. He held it up in the cold air, the crystalline facets refracting the first rays of sunlight. 

Diluc set his mind to the place he wanted to go, gripping the crystal tightly as he willed himself through the ether.

‘Midsummer Courtyard.’

~~~

Kaeya hated work. He hated having to wake up early and attend morning meetings, he hated patrols and he hated training new recruits. The only part of his job he enjoyed was intel and reconnaissance, but that was simply because he was effortlessly perfect at them.

The Cavalry Captain was tasked with all three of his most hated tasks today. He had to sit through the most boring morning captain’s meeting where Jean gave a recap of the month’s goals (and chastised Kaeya for taking too much vacation leave at once). Then, he was sent on a patrol all the way to Springvale. And of course, the patrol was pointless and there was nothing to do. Kaeya’s back was sore thanks to the 2-hour horseback journey each way. And to top it off, he was tasked with training some new cadets in Archery of all things. Kaeya hated archery with a burning passion. He was good at it, of course, but he would still rather wield any sort of blade instead. His only reprieve was being paired with Fischl to conduct the training. Her jargonic and overcomplicated explanations thoroughly confused the cadets, entertaining Kaeya briefly. 

Thus, Kaeya was thankful to finally ascend his front steps and come to a stop at the front door of his small townhouse. He wanted to enjoy some dinner and wine then have an early evening. However, before he opened his front door, he noticed his mailbox had a letter in it, so grabbed it to bring whatever new mail he had inside.

However, when Kaeya spotted the familiar handwriting on the front of the letter, his brows pinched together with confusion.

It was Diluc’s handwriting.

Kaeya was perplexed why Diluc would send him a letter by mail rather than by bird or even just approaching him in person. Most nights (and afternoons), Kaeya was drinking in one of Diluc’s own taverns.

He tore open the letter, wondering what could possibly warrant a written letter sent in such a manner. Kaeya’s eye scanned down the page, his expression becoming even more confused and worried as he read down the page. Kaeya’s breath fell still as he looked at the envelope again, noticing a second piece of paper. He pulled it out, and his visible eye widened with shock.

“Evening, captain!” A voice came from the street, and Kaeya turned to see Jack, a fellow Knight of Favonius.

“I need a horse.” Kaeya responded bluntly. “The fastest one.”

“Scallop should be at the stables, Captain Eula just returned her.” Jack responded, “But wait. Why do you need a horse at this hour?”

“At full speed it’ll take 2 hours.” Kaeya descended his front steps, shoving the handwritten letter into Jack’s hands. “Bring this to the Acting Grandmaster. It’ll explain everything.”

And with that, Kaeya took off running.

Jack was baffled, peering down at the letter to see what could possibly make the ever-calm Cavalry Captain react in such a way. His eyes scanned down the page, catching onto the last couple of lines.

‘I’m entrusting everything to you. Enclosed is the deed to Dawn Winery. Everything is in your name now.

I’m sorry. 

Luc.’

~~~

Kaeya slammed the front door to Dawn Winery Manor open, his hair wild from the high-speed travel through the frigid countryside and breathless from sprinting up the hill and stairs to the Manor.

“Diluc! Adelinde! Anyone!” Kaeya exclaimed, racing through the front hall. He knew the head maid would reprimand him for running through the manor with wet shoes caked with melting snow, but he didn’t care. He needed to know what was going on.

“Oh, sir Kaeya, it’s so good to see you again.” Adelinde smiled as she entered the front hall, before looking down and the sight of the wet carpet turning the smile into a frown. “Kaeya, you should know not to-”

“Why did Diluc give Dawn Winery to me? Where is Diluc?” Kaeya shoved the deed to the land towards Adelinde. “I don’t want this, I don’t want any of it!”

“Diluc left suddenly a week ago, but he left some paperwork and a note for me.” Adelinde guided Kaeya into an adjacent room with a table that had a stack of papers on it. “He wants you to sign all of the legal documents with me as a witness.”

“No, the Winery should stay in the Ragnvindr Family.” Kaeya shook his head.

“Sir Kaeya, you are a Ragnvindr.” Adelinde responded.

“Not without Diluc I’m not.” His words bit deep, and the head maid looked up to see the baleful expression on Kaeya’s face.

“You think Diluc is going to do something bad again, don’t you?” Adelinde’s voice wavered, the corners of her eyes pinching together as she questioned the Favonius Captain.

“More likely than not.” Kaeya responded.

“He’s not going to Snezhnaya again, is he?” Adelinde’s question was full of worry.

Kaeya turned around and paced out of the room. He spotted the starkly out-of-place vase in the front foyer, surprised that Diluc had kept such an ugly object. Kaeya approached it, studying the vase further, still baffled how Diluc managed to convince Adelinde to keep it here – that’s when he could see the reddish glint coming from inside.

Kaeya peered inside the vase, only to let out a gasp. He reached inside and withdrew his Adoptive father’s old delusion. It was the delusion Diluc had used in his grief-fueled teenage rampage through Snezhnaya. This time, he had left the delusion here… and he had signed away his entire estate…

That’s when Kaeya realized what Diluc meant.

He never intended to come back.

Hannibal pants as will drops to the floor his blood mixing with abigail’s. Standing up straight he places the knife neatly on the counter. 

hanibal turns to the door frame. “Y/n?!” he calls out for his lover, but no one answers. He walks out of the kitchen and into the living room calling her name again.

“y/n?” he calls again with no answer. He walks up stairs to where she was stationed to stay safe. The windy rain blows through the bedroom they share as glass is scattered inside on the floor. Hannibal sighs as he looks out the window but his breath immediately hitches when he sees the love of his life laying on the ground the story below him on the front porch. 

“Y/N!” he yells and runs out of the room down the stairs. 

Upon reaching the door she swings it open running to her as she chokes in pain. The rain poured on top of them “y/n..y/n its okay im here im right here.” He says “han-” she chokes on the rain water and blood coughing “no no no its okay you’re gonna be okay i will get you help.” he says about to pick her up but realizing her back is broken when he feels her spine “sh-shit.” he curses begging to sob. 

“Hannibal p-please..” she says looking at him as her entire body is paralyzed “no..” he  says “p-please…m-make it stop…please, i-its too much..” she says weakly. Holding her in his arms began to cry “it’s okay hann.” She says to him he shakes his head “h-Hannibal please..” she says he lets out a sob “please…” y/n says

 “I can’t..” he says “Hannibal….p-please…” he lays her down crying locking eyes “it's okay.” she says he places his hands on her head “i love you.” she says, causing him to sob and twists with a crack sound causing her to go limp. Hannibal sobs and kisses her forehead “ I love you so much…I’m sorry…” he cries holding his lifeless lover. 

Your friends decided to stay out of it, saying stuff about how it was, “bound to happen”

Which was absolute bullshit in your opinion.

Ignoring Rio wasn't easy. Having the same friend group meant seeing each other was inevitable.

Especially on a Saturday night like today. You and your friends were planning on going to the movies to watch some trashy romcom

However, you didn't know those plans included Rio until it was too late.

Now here you are, standing awkwardly with your arms crossed while waiting for your friends to grab their tickets and snacks.

There is still no sign of Rio (not like you're waiting for her.)

God you’re the one ignoring her! why are you so nervous to see her?

“Okay eyes closed” You and your friends have this tradition of picking movie tickets randomly, which means you will have no idea who you will be seated next.

When it was your turn to pick you chuckled at the stupidity of this tradition

(H-10) your ticket read

Right after you grabbed your ticket, Rio strolled in. Wearing her usual hoodie and grey sweats combo.

Your eyes instantly met. Though instead of the usual spark hers held, it was a dull indifference. You expected some sort of remark your way. But nothing. She just walked past you to grab the last ticket left.

You tried to act unaffected.

You’re the one who wanted this after all, right?... right?

“I’ll use the restroom.” you mutter to no one in particular.

Reaching the bathroom, you finally feel like you could breathe. Splashing water on your face, you catch your reflection in the mirror.

“God what am I doing.” You sigh, running your fingers through your hair. After a couple more deep breaths, you leave the restroom to catch the movie.

The movie has already started so you hastily scan the area for your seat. Praying that your best friend is the one sitting beside you.

Finally, you reach your seat. And pause.

Fuck this stupid tradition.

Fuck your life.

Fuck this whole movie theater.

Of course, you got the seat right beside Rio. It's the last on the row so no one would be on your left, which also means no one would be willing to switch...

She doesn't notice you at first

“Move your legs.” You whisper softly.

That gets her attention. She looks up at you with the same indifferent look as before.

It breaks something inside you, but you ignore it and take your seat.

An hour into the film and still nothing, not a glance your way, not a comment about sharing popcorn with each other, just pure agonizing silence.

You couldn't focus on the movie. Not when the main character started crying because her and the male lead had a fight. Or when they got back together at the end like every romcom.

And before you know it, the movie ended and the credits started rolling.

You were still in a haze that you hadn't noticed everyone leaving the theater, leaving you and Rio alone.

“Aren't you going to say anything?” She was the first to break the silence.

You glanced her way, catching her eyes. This time you saw the unmistakable pain in them, which probably reflected yours.

“I’m tired Rio. I’m so so so tired.” You breathed, still caught in her eyes.

“I’m tired of this back and forth between us” you lower your gaze. Knowing you don't have the right to be upset, not when you were just as responsible as her for the downfall you two had.

You two started as friends, best friends even.

But it was different. Not like your usual girl friendships.

It was deeper, more intimate.

It didn't take you long to realize that you had the biggest crush on Rio. But you were too cowardly to admit it to anyone. Falling for your best friend? That had to be some kind of broken rule.

So, what did you do?

You shut her out. You stopped hanging out every day, stopped telling her all your secrets, stopped laughing at her stupid jokes.

And day by day it broke you more. Seeing her getting closer to other people. Calling other girls her best friend when it should have been you.

It should have been you experiencing all her major life changes. Should have been you putting those cheesy smiles on her face, should have been you, she teased.

No one else.

You.

And you hate yourself for thinking this way. For being this selfish.

"I just want to- No" Rio shook her head

“I need to know why. Why did you shut me out? I was your best friend, and you just left me.” The broken expression on her face made you want to admit everything.

And deep down you knew that you should. She deserves the truth more than anyone.

So, the words started slipping out, all the pent-up emotions going along with them.

“I liked you, Rio. Not like a friend but... More.” You couldn't meet her eyes, too embarrassed by your confession and the tears welling up.

Her breath hitched, surprised by your claim.

“I’m sorry for what I did, I just...” You pause to inhale a deep breath. “I couldn't keep acting like I only saw you as my friend when you were in my every thought, all day.”

“Not when I looked for you in every person I met.” You add

You finally met her eyes again, expecting a disgusted look on her face.

But you were taken aback by the tears her eyes held. Matching yours.

“Why- Why didn't you tell me?” She asked.

“Goddammit I could've shared those feelings with you.”

“What?” Your tear-stained face was frozen into a look of surprise. You didn't hear her correctly, right? You definitely misheard. Because if what you heard was correct then that means... she also had feelings for you?

“I liked you too. Ever since we became friends –God it was so obvious– How did you never notice?”

She ran a hand through her hair, frustrated.

You felt tears running down your cheeks. Frustrated with yourself too. How could you be this stupid?

What about all the wasted time?

a/n: this stupid small font hurts my eye, too bad it looks pretty.

Feel free to make requests!

Bye.

Diluc and Kaeya hovered closely above you, asking far too many things at once.

“Are you in pain?”

“Do you want some water?”

“How do you feel?”

Their words seemed to blend together to you, your eyes losing focus and making it seem like the two brothers were merging into one single purple-haired person. 

Hearing the chatter echo down the typically quiet hallway, Rosaria knew something was up. As she neared your room, the content of their conversation made her realize you must have finally woken up.

“Stand back boys, you’re going to overwhelm her.” Rosaria snapped as she slipped through the doorway, both arms full of items she was asked to bring to your room. “Did you think maybe you should alert one of the Sisters first and foremost?”

“I-I’m sorry, Sister Rosaria.” Diluc stuttered, climbing to his feet and backing away from your bedside. 

“She has been comatose for 2 weeks, this isn’t like waking up from a nap.” Rosaria snapped. “Go fetch the other sisters.”

“Yes, of course,” Kaeya spoke, untangling his fingers from yours and stepping back. He and Diluc both ran out of the room, although the task only needed one person.

“Are you okay?” Rosaria turned towards you, setting down the items she was carrying on your bedside table. She had brought a change of clothes as well as a towel and basin for cleaning your body. However, Rosaria was thankful she wouldn’t have to clean your unconscious body anymore. She knelt by your bed, speaking in a soft voice, as if she knew your senses were overwhelmed. “Are you in any discomfort?”

“N-no,” Your voice was hoarse, “Where am I?”

“Favonius Church, in Mondstadt. You were teleported here two weeks ago, on the verge of death.”

“Two weeks…” You murmured. “Have I been asleep the whole time?”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you were half-lucid for some of it, but yes you’ve been comatose since you arrived here.” Rosaria responded calmly.

“I see…” You mumbled.

“Now, is there anything I can get you? Water? I can send the boys to fetch some for you once they’re back so you can have some peace and quiet for a little longer.” Rosaria spoke jovially despite her pale complexion and the dark circles that hung beneath her eyes.

“Water would be nice…” You nodded, looking up at the oddly dressed nun. She wore fishnets and leather straps on her legs where most other sisters would wear long skirts and tights. However, her clothing somehow suited her ghastly complexion and lethargic expressions.

“Ah, that’s right,” Rosaria nodded. “I’ve known you for two weeks, but you’re only just meeting me now. I’m Rosaria, a sister from the Church of Favonius.”

“Nice to meet you, Rosaria.” You began to smile. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

~~~

In the East Wing of Zapolyarny Palace, a Mirror Maiden stalked down the corridor towards a certain office. Her shoulders were taught with stress and the weight of what she was about to request.

Coming to a standstill in front of the door, she looked up to see the plaque embedded in the sturdy oak.

‘Il Dottore’

She involuntarily shuddered at the thought of confronting the infamous Doctor for anything. However, she was already here, so she might as well get what she came for. She reached one hand out to give three quiet raps on the door.

“Come in, it’s open.” A deep voice emanated from inside.

She opened the door and stepped inside, immediately feeling as though she were being observed like some test subject. A man with sea-green hair leered down at her, his crimson eyes barely visible through the mask he wore over his face.

“Sir, I am here to request two amnesia potions.”

“Amnesia potion, you say?” He mused, swirling whatever vial of foul substance he was holding in one hand. The maiden wanted nothing to do with whatever sinister experiment she had regretfully interrupted.

“If this is an inopportune time, I’ll return later-”

“Nonsense. Amnesia potion I can do.” Il Dottore cut the Maiden off slyly. “In fact, I’ve recently created a modified version with fewer side effects that is far more effective at erasing memories. I’d say it can give retroactive amnesia for all memories up to a week before taking this medicine.”

“Oh, I see.” The Maiden nodded, her posture finally beginning to relax.

“You were the Maiden assigned to our Eleventh Harbinger, were you not?”

Dottore’s question made the Maiden freeze with fear. If the Tsaritsa heard any sort of inkling of what the Maiden intended to do, she would be as good as dead.

“I presume you are requesting one potion for yourself, and one for my fellow Harbinger… Regretfully, our dearest Tsaritsa has informed me that sir Tartaglia must not have any sort of Amnesia potion. Something about ‘remembering his lesson’, or whatever that means… I’m sure you understand the intention. Thus, I may only give you one potion.”

“Y-yes, that is fine.” The maiden responded, feeling like her heart was trying to break free from her chest with how much it pounded against her ribcage. 

Dottore backed away, setting down the vial in its holder among similar ones. He walked over to another table, picking up a vial filled with a glowing sludge. 

“All I ask is that you drink it here.” Dottore spoke, uncorking the cap and holding the vial out towards the quivering Maiden.

“Y-yes, Il Dottore.” The Maiden reached out with one shaky hand and took the vial. “Thank you.”

Dottore watched as she raised the vial to her lips, tipping the viscous liquid down her throat. Her lips pulled into a downturn as she finished, her throat bobbing as she seemed to struggle with swallowing it. With a thinly veiled grimace on her face, she handed the vial back to Dottore.

“Good, good.” He nodded. “I’d ask you to come back for a checkup, but I doubt you’ll remember this conversation. If you do, I’d like to know, so I can make a couple more tweaks.” A toothy grin began to spread across the wicked Doctor’s face. “Enjoy your amnesia~”

He gave a small wave, and the Mirror Maiden scurried away without a word. She slammed the door shut behind her, and Dottore could hear her footsteps fade down the corridor.

Tossing the vial into a trash can, Dottore opened up his notebook to jot down what his new patient had just taken.

The Maiden was in a rush – she rummaged through her pockets, producing an empty vial with the lid still intact. Uncorking the top, she raised it to her lips, trying to be discreet as she let the amnesia potion she had pretended to swallow fall from her mouth and into the small glass tube.

She knew what she was doing could cost her everything – likely even her life – but she was too consumed with guilt to restrain herself. She spat the last bit of the potion out, licking her lips to rid them of the dark stain the vile sludge had left, carefully resealing the potion and tucking it carefully away in her pocket.

~~~

Nothing seemed to feel quite right to Childe – he was standing here, in front of this mirror, somehow perfectly fine after everything that happened. How could he be alive, but you be dead?

He didn’t understand it. He had sinned so much in his life. On the other hand, you never did anything wrong. You were like an angel sent from Celestia, a god mother, yet you were sentenced to death for the sin of being weak.

Childe stared at his reflection; it seemed like a ghost, someone who should be dead. Instead, the only evidence of his ordeal were the burning scars left by the searing cold of the Cryo Archon’s powers.

The pinkish purple marks traveled from his neck, down his back and arms, and ended at the rings around his feet and ankles where his shackles had cut into his skin. His eyes scanned down his bare torso, the battle scars he was once proud of now painted over with frostbite; he hated it.

Rummaging through the drawers in his bedroom, he found a thin turtleneck and long gloves. Pulling the shirt over his head, he looked back into the mirror to see the marks were nicely covered. 

‘This will have to do for now…’

He pulled on the longer gloves afterwards, making sure they completely covered the marks on his wrists that proved he had once been shackled as a prisoner. Looking over himself in the mirror once again, he was satisfied that his clothing covered the shameful marks enough, and began to put on the rest of his outfit.

It wasn’t long before he heard a knock at his door; it startled him out of his thoughts, his shoulders hunching as he jolted in place.

“Sir Tartaglia, I’m just checking in on you.” He could hear the Mirror Maiden’s voice come from the other side of his bedroom door.

“Y-yes,” He responded, his voice seeming all too hollow. “I’m alright. Come in.”

The Maiden quietly slipped through the door, shutting it gently behind her.

“Have you been recovering well?” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Y-yes,” Childe stuttered, still unsure of how to process everything that had happened during his week of imprisonment and torture.

“Here.” The Mirror Maiden spoke, reaching into her pocket to produce the vial from earlier. “It’s an amnesia potion, and I think you need it more than I do.”

Childe stared blankly for a moment. Why would a lowly Mirror Maiden venture to obtain one of Dottore’s most sought after experiments, only to offer it to him?

“Do you pity me?” Childe questioned coldly, staring at the vial in front of him. 

“Pity? No.” The Mirror Maiden spoke flatly. “You didn’t deserve the punishment you got. All you did was refuse to kill someone. And frankly, I should be caring less about any of this. I just can’t get what I saw out of my head. I’ll sleep a lot better knowing you don’t remember it.”

“I see.” Childe’s eyes switched from the Maiden’s covered eyes, to the vial, and back to her again. “Thank you.”

He took the vial from her, examining the small glass as he turned it over in his hand.

“I should probably warn you that the method of obtaining this potion left the contents a little… contaminated. But you should be fine.” The Maiden spoke, waving her hand dismissively. “I should get going, I’m not supposed to be here for anything other than a checkup.”

“What’s your name?” Childe asked, catching the maiden off-guard.

“M-my name?” The maiden made a confused expression that was partially obscured by her mask.

“Yes.” Childe nodded. “I’ve known you for two weeks now, but never got to learn your name.”

“It’s Vanatka.” She responded plainly. “Although I doubt you’ll be remembering any of it once you take that potion. I leave for Inazuma at dawn… I’m sure our Queen wants me far away from the homeland after everything I’ve been privy to.”

Childe’s expression fell, realizing that he had found comfort in the stranger who had healed him – she had brought him relief during his torture and helped him recover after it had ended. In return, he told Vanatka all about you, the Fragile Maiden, the weakest human alive who had the bravery and wit of a Harbinger. He was going to miss Vanatka, no matter how much he shouldn’t… Her existence alone was a painful reminder of his torture, after all.

“Good luck on your travels, comrade.” Childe spoke flatly, nodding at the maiden.

“Thank you, sir Tartaglia.” She bowed her head before turning and scurrying out of his bedroom.

The silence that the room was left in felt suffocating; Childe stared down at the tiny vial, faced with the opportunity to forget everything that happened to him. All of the torture… All of the hatred he now harbored for his own God. 

If he took the amnesia potion… would he forget how he lost his love for the Tsaritsa? 

Or worse… would he forget you?

Childe tucked the vial into his pocket, mindful that he had a meeting to attend in a few minutes. 

~~~

“Good afternoon, my dearest Pulcinella.” Childe’s tone was jovial and his expression was bright despite his dead eyes. Tartaglia was a master at disguising his true emotions; after all, it was practically a requirement for Fatui Harbingers to do so flawlessly.

“It is great to see you, Tartaglia.” Pulcinella spoke. “I trust you’ve been keeping well.”

“Yes, yes! I’ve had some restful time off, and I’m excited to get back to work.” Childe responded brightly, despite his words being far from the truth.

“Well, before we get to the task at hand, I’d like to give you a warning.” Pulcinella’s tone changed towards the end, dropping into a quiet and low murmur. 

Childe’s eyes widened imperceptibly at this, but he maintained his composure as his fellow Harbinger continued. 

“I had to put my good standing as the Fifth Harbinger at stake in order to persuade the Tsaritsa to not kill your entire family for what you have done.” Pulcinella sighed. “You must get your act back together, Ajax, otherwise you will incur a fate worse than death from our Queen.”

Childe couldn’t hide the shudder that went through his body at the mention of his real name. At this point, it seemed so foreign to him. The mere fact that the Tsaritsa intended to murder his family made dread sit like a boulder in his stomach.

“Understood.” Childe nodded, trying to swallow down the lump in his throat.

“Good, good.” Pulcinella nodded, his tone returning to normal. “Now, let’s get started on our notes for this meeting.”

~~~

You didn’t know how you ended up here. The room was dark, spacious, and empty. It looked familiar – too familiar. 

You were standing in the Tsaritsa’s royal chambers. 

You spun on your heels, your heartbeat breaking into a race as you began to panic. You began to run towards the end of the hall, but you seemed to be unable to get any closer to the doors. As you continued to run, you realized the doors were no longer there – it was just a stone wall.

You spun around again, your eyes scanning around the room, trying to find clues to how you might escape.

“You’re pathetic. Weak.” The angelic voice you heard sent shivers down to your core. It haunted you – it was the Tsaritsa. 

You looked up to see her face leering down at you.

“Now hurry up and die.” The glow of Cryo surrounded you, neither hot nor cold. As you spun in place you began to see more and more people surrounding you.

“You’re weak.” Childe’s voice came from behind. You spun around to see him staring down at you, his eyes as dull as a dead fish.

“Weak.” Xiao’s voice sounded more like a grunt, the Yaksha wearing a frown as you turned to see he had appeared next to the other two.

“You’re weak.” Kaeya’s voice came from another place as well. As you turned around, you saw his typical smirk morph into a sadistic grin.

“You’re weak.” This time, it was Diluc, and his deep voice seemed to resonate through your entire body. You turned to see his crimson eyes staring emotionlessly.

“You’re weak.” Albedo’s voice was next, and you gasped as you turned to see him frowning at you.

“You’re weak, missy.” Hu Tao pointed at you with a sardonic smile.

“You should have stayed in Liyue Harbor.” The voice that shook you to the core was Zhongli’s. You gasped, stumbling backwards as you turned to see that he had joined the rest of the group.

You collapsed to your knees, head in your hands, as the room began to spin above you along with the cacophony of voices. They began to blend together into a terrifying distorted boom that echoed over and over through the endless room.

“You’re weak.”

“You’re weak.”

“You’re weak.”

“You’re weak.”

“You’re weak.”

You wailed, opening your mouth to scream back at them, but no sound came out. You tore at your hair, your clothes, trying to escape from their taunts – if they even were taunts.

It was the truth, after all.

~~~

“So what if I’m wea-!” You shot up straight in bed, catching yourself as you realized you were still in the small infirmary room of Favonius Monastery and what you had just experienced was nothing more than a bad dream. 

“Good morning, sunshine.” Rosaria spoke with a sarcastic tone as she swung open the door to your room and invaded what little privacy you had. She carried clean linens and a basin of water, having been tasked with helping you recover from your coma.

“O-oh, good morning.” You mumbled, wondering if Rosaria could tell you had just woken up from a jarring nightmare.

“You’re really sweaty.” Rosaria commented, setting the basin aside and taking a small towel to dab at your clammy forehead. “Is the temperature in here okay?”

“Y-yeah, the temperature is fine.” You responded.

“PTSD is common among people who end up in comas. If you’re having nightmares, I can give you the name of a doctor who can help.” Rosaria spoke flatly as she worked, proving that she was more sharp than she let on.

“O-oh, thanks.” You responded. “I’m fine, though.”

“The offer is always there.” Rosaria spoke. “Now raise your arms, I’m going to help you stretch.”

You complied, lifting up your arms. “Oh, okay-” Rosaria pulled the blankets away from your body and laid one icy hand on your calf, grabbing your foot with the other. She immediately began to stretch out your leg, a motion that you weren’t used to at all.

“Aah- aah- ow!” You whimpered, both startled by how cold her arms were and how painful it was to stretch your leg so little.

“You’ll get used to stretching and moving around with time, just bear with me.” Rosaria explained. “I can’t do anything about my cold hands, though.” You saw the glint of a cryo vision out of the corner of your eye and immediately understood.

“It hurts, Rosaria-” You whined, but were cut off once again by the door swinging open to reveal a short girl with bouncy pigtails who wore nun’s clothing.

“Sister Rosaria! I heard-”

“Aaah!!” You screeched, clinging onto the bed as Rosaria pushed your leg a little too far. Finally, the red-haired nun relented, letting go of your leg as she stepped away and turned to face the young girl.

“Barbara, I thought you were on leave for the rest of this week.” She stated firmly, crossing her arms over her chest.

“B-but I heard that Miss Y/N is awake!” Barbara argued, stepping towards you. “How are you feeling, are you in any pain?”

“No more than what Rosaria is causing me.” You grumbled, “But, who are you?”

“I’m Barbara, Deaconess of the Church of Favonius!” The blonde spoke cheerfully.

“And she’s meant to be taking a break from work.” Rosaria cut in. 

“I-I’m sorry! I just… I also came to tell you that there will be a party for Captain Kaeya’s birthday at the Angel’s share tonight.”

“You need to come up with better excuses, you know I’m always at the Angel’s Share in the evenings regardless.” Rosaria responded.

“It’s Kaeya’s birthday…?” You questioned, glancing between the two women. 

“Yes, he’s turning 28.” Rosaria responded.

“28…” You trailed off, turning your head to look out the window at the cold winter sky.

You actually couldn’t remember when you were 28. You couldn’t quite remember that far back… But perhaps it was for the best. 

You turned back to the two sisters, a smile growing on your face as your demeanor changed completely. 

“...can I come to the party too?” You asked, a hopeful gleam in your eyes.

“Absolutely not.” A stern Bernadette spoke as she strode into your room. “What you need is strict rest and a hearty diet to help your body recuperate.” Bernadette then turned towards Barbara. “And the same goes for you, sister. Why are you here when you’re meant to be resting as well?”

“Please, can I try healing her more?” Barbara begged, her brows pinching together. “I promise I won’t strain myself too much!”

“Absolutely not.” Bernadette scowled. “That is the exact reason why we put you on leave.”

“Please, please!” Barbara begged. “I want to see if it can do anything for her now that she’s awake!”

“...You’re a healer?” You murmured, turning your head to the side.

“She’s the one who saved your life.” Rosaria explained bluntly. “Diluc, Kaeya, and a Liyuean Adeptus brought you here when you were as good as dead. Barbara healed you until she would faint from exhaustion every day.”

“You…” Turning to Barbara, eyes wide, you began to speak. “You saved my life, and you didn’t even bother to tell me that?!”

“I stopped you from dying, but you still fell into a coma for three weeks.” Barbara responded. “I was hoping that I could at least speed up your recovery if I continued to heal you.”

“Wait.” You narrowed your eyes. “Am I the reason you’re being forced to take time off?”

“Yes.”

“No.”

Rosaria and Barbara answered at the same time, but they were immediately spoken over by Bernadette.

“Barbara is on leave because she doesn’t know when to stop. Even now, she’s come back into her workplace, begging to do the same things that put her into this position.”

“But Sister Bernadette, I’ll only do it for a little bit, just to see how Miss Y/N feels!”

“Why not give it a try?” Rosaria cut in. “You can ask Y/N how she feels while you’re healing her. You only get one minute, though, and then you’re done and you have to go home.”

“Okay!” Barbara brightened up as she nodded enthusiastically. She knelt down beside your bed, grasping one of your frail hands in hers. You immediately felt a surge of Hydro energy resonate within your body, relaxing your muscles and reducing their soreness.

“Wow… this actually feels pretty good…” You murmured, your eyelids growing heavy. Your body felt like it was melting into the bed. Barbara’s healing completely resolved the pain you were feeling only moments prior, and the heavy draw of sleep began to pull you away from consciousness again.

Before you could realize it, you were already asleep.

“Wow, you knocked her right out.” Rosaria commented as she watched your eyes close and expression fall serene.

“So… did it work?” Barbara stopped healing and glanced up, only to be disappointed as she saw the disappointing 12/25 remaining above your head. “Aw, all it did was make her fall asleep.” She pouted.

“Well, at least she’s asleep.” Bernadette sighed. “I have a feeling she’s going to be a more troublesome patient with how much she’s itching to go outside, so as long as she’s asleep we don’t have to worry about her sneaking away and making her condition worse.”

“I second that.” Rosaria commented. 

“Alright, Barbara, it’s time for you to head home.” Bernadette spoke. Barbara simply continued to stare at your sleeping face.

“Can I stay here a little longer?” Barbara asked, reaching over to comb through your tangled hair with her delicate fingers. “I’d like to just sit… and maybe braid her hair.”

~~~

By the time you woke up again, the small infirmary room was no longer lit with sunlight. You looked out the window with bleary eyes to see the sun had already set, leaving only fleeting streaks in deep hues of red and orange. Soon enough all color would disappear from the sky as night fell across Mondstadt, the blazing sun replaced by faintly glittering stars. 

You raked your fingers through your hair only to feel them get stuck halfway through. You carefully detangled your fingers, feeling around to notice a neat pattern of twists in your hair.

“Yes, come in.” You spoke up, glancing over to see who might want to enter at this hour. 

“Evening, Princess.” Kaeya’s smooth voice filled the room as he stepped through the door. 

“Oh, hey there, Blue.” You smiled, calling him by the nickname you had always used.

Kaeya smiled as he heard you call him ‘Blue’; he missed the ridiculous nicknames you gave everyone. He missed how lighthearted you were. For the past week that you’ve been awake and recovering, you seemed… solemn.

“I thought I’d stop by for a visit.” Kaeya spoke, pulling a chair over to sit beside your bed. “How are you feeling?” 

You noticed that Kaeya didn’t smell like alcohol. For the past week, Kaeya stank of malt liquor or wine whenever he would visit you after sunset – or even in the mornings. You knew there was some sort of celebration at a tavern for his birthday this evening, so you were baffled why there was no hint of booze on his breath.

“I’m good,” You nodded, not sure whether to address Kaeya’s unusual sobriety. Instead, you chose to complain. “I’m sick and tired of being cooped up in this damn room. It’s like I’m being held hostage by nuns!” 

Kaeya merely laughed and gave you a slight smile.

You shifted where you sat in bed, a thought popping back into your head.

“Ah, as a matter of fact, I have something for you.” You reached through your subspace pocket, rummaging around your bag for something.

“You do?” Kaeya asked, confused. 

“Ah, here it is.” You felt the jagged and cool edges of stone on your fingers and withdrew the object from your bag.

When you presented Kaeya a subtly glowing rock, the Knight didn’t know what to think – it looked vaguely familiar but he couldn’t quite place his finger on it.

“I know it’s not very much… but I thought you might want to have the other half of my luminous stone. There’s a myth that says all the pieces of one luminous stone will always be interconnected somehow, even after they are broken apart into smaller and smaller pieces. I’m not sure if it’s actually true, but I’d like to think it is.”

Kaeya extended one hand to carefully accept the dull rock, feeling its weight in his palm as he realized the importance of what you had just given him. His one eye stared down at the rough surface of the rock, noticing the dim glow that came from one of its sides. It was the only evidence that remained from what had happened on dragonspine mere months ago.

“Happy Birthday, Kaeya.”

He blinked. Looking up at you, down at the stone, and then back at you, he realized you had given him a Birthday present.

“Thank you,” Kaeya spoke, the mundane and common phrase suddenly feeling out of place on his tongue. 

After staring down at the rock wordlessly, he finally straightened back up and tucked it away safely in his own subspace. 

“You must be feeling restless without being able to leave.” Kaeya commented, looking out the window at the glimmering stars above. “Would you want to go outside just for a little while?”

You paused for a moment. “I can go outside?”

“I can carry you if you can’t stand…” Kaeya spoke calmly. “If you’d like to, that is.”

“Yes, yes please!” You chirped, shifting in bed as you tried to untangle yourself from the sheets. You carefully slid your legs over the edge of the mattress, your toes wiggling as you inched closer and closer to the floor.

“Careful-” Kaeya cut himself off as he watched you slip out of the bed a little too fast, teetering towards the floor. The Favonius Knight was quick to catch you, taking the weight off of your legs as he held you under your arms. “I’ve got you.”

In one fluid move, Kaeya hooked one arm under your knees and shifted your body to carry you bridal-style. You rested your head against his shoulder, feeling the warmth that radiated from his body as he began to carry you out of the room.

“We’ll have to be quiet, we’ll be in deep shit if one of the nuns catches us.” You whispered.

“Especially if one of their patients is being stolen away by such a handsome man.” Kaeya quipped.

“Shut it, Blue!” You let out a soft laugh as you gave him a gentle slap on the chest.

Kaeya effortlessly made his way out of the monastery and towards the courtyard while avoiding the attention of everyone nearby. Kaeya came to a stop in front of the statue of Barbatos, the huge monument eclipsing the church behind it. He gently lowered you so your feet could rest on the ground, careful to continue supporting your weight. You tested your feet, pushing your toes into the stone, slowly building confidence in your own legs again.

“The sky is beautiful tonight.” You murmured, craning your neck to look up at the stars above the statue.

“Nowhere near as beautiful as you.” Kaeya followed up with an effortless comment, reveling in the blush that spread across your cheeks.

“Kaeya Alberich, ever the flirt.” You rolled your eyes. Kaeya paused for a moment, staring down into your eyes.

“Say that again.” His voice was barely louder than a whisper as he spoke.

“Do you really enjoy compliments that much?” You chuckled.

“No, that’s just the first time you’ve ever said my name.”

Your eyes widened slightly as you stared up at him. Have you really never called him by his name before?

“Kaeya…”

The smooth rhythm of music floated up to the courtyard from one of the taverns below. It was a rhythm you felt you could sway to, and Kaeya seemed to read your mind as he began to step along to it.

You smiled, shuffling your unsteady legs along with his, still relying on his support to move around. Kaeya began to hum along with the music, and you stared up to see a small smile begin to grow across his lips.

You couldn’t help but smile along with him as you stepped in time; for just this moment, you forgot everything that happened in Liyue and Snezhnaya; you forgot everything that happened centuries ago. For just this moment, you were as free as the breeze. 

You gradually became more confident in your strength as you straightened your back and took larger steps. Your grip on Kaeya loosened, but you still held him close, your body flush against his as you danced.

The song was familiar; or at least, familiar enough to know the steps to. It was a song from old Mondstadt that you hadn’t heard in centuries. It was rare enough to hear an ancient tune, but even rarer for it to coincidentally be one you still remembered. You looked up and realized Kaeya seemed to know the movements to this age-old dance just as well as you… it made you wonder if he was truly that sharp at following you along or if he somehow also knew the dance.

The world began to blur around you as you spun, knowing your movements were sloppy and weak due to your current condition, but not caring whatsoever as you just absorbed the sounds and the sway of the tune.

You stared up at Kaeya’s face, mesmerized by his placid expression. Reaching one hand up, you rested your palm against his cheek, your thumb brushing over the bottom edge of his eyepatch. You weren’t sure if it was the cold, or if there was something else causing the rosy tinge to the Cavalry Captain’s cheeks. Your faces were inches apart — his lips were so close to yours, you could lean upwards only slightly and meet them with your own…

Kaeya’s heart began to race. He hoped you couldn’t see the blush creeping across his face; he didn’t know if you were going to try taking off his eyepatch or try kissing him… the two actions would have completely different outcomes.

The Favonius Captain realized your eyes were becoming droopy, as if you were struggling to stay awake. He wondered what must be going through your mind for you to be touching something so important to him.

“What the hell are you doing?” A stark voice echoed loudly across the courtyard.

“Eh?” You wobbled, leaning back as you looked around for the source of the voice. Of course, it came from the red-headed figure that was quickly stalking towards you.

As you leaned back, Kaeya realized he disliked the sudden distance between the both of you greatly. He turned his head towards the origin of the voice, irritated but maintaining his effortlessly stoic exterior.

“Diluc, I thought you’d still be at the Angel’s Share.”  Kaeya responded eloquently.

“I thought I’d check on Y/N so I stepped out for a bit.” Diluc explained as he finally reached the two of you, crossing his arms over his chest. “And I’m glad I did, it’s winter and you’re taking her outside in a nightgown!”

“I’m not cold.” You responded, looking over at the wine magnate. “I just wanted to go outside.”

“The nuns have absolutely forbidden outdoors activities until you’re completely better, what are you two thinking?” Diluc continued.

“My legs work fine, thank you very much!” You scoffed, pushing yourself away from Kaeya’s embrace as you stepped across the cold tile, spinning on your toes. “I may be weak, but I recover fast!” 

Your spin wobbled slightly, your body still not used to moving in such a way. It was nothing you couldn’t handle, however, as you shuffled one foot out to correct yourself.

“Hey- be careful!” Diluc lunged forward, ready to catch you, his arms hovering beside you. However, as you uprighted yourself, it seemed to you that Diluc was relieved to drop his arms back to his sides.

“I’m fine, don’t worry!” You rolled your eyes.

“You’re going to catch a cold.” Diluc commented, his crimson gaze filled with worry. He remained close to you, but made no move to touch you at all.

“I have the power of both Cryo and Pyro, I don’t feel the cold as much and I can also heat up myself too!” You protested, raising your arm to use your Pyro abilities. The heat of your power surged in your veins, igniting an aura around you, but quickly stopped as your legs suddenly gave out beneath you.

“Careful!” Kaeya moved swiftly, catching you before you could fall to the ground.

“W-what was that…” you stammered, your eyes half-lidded despite your surprise.

“Using elemental power is likely too much strain on your body while it’s still recovering.” Kaeya explained smoothly. “You should let Diluc warm you up.”

You frowned, embarrassed to have collapsed like this when you insisted you were fine. 

“It’s alright to need a little help. You’ve been through a lot.” Kaeya continued.

Casting your gaze towards the ground, you let out a sigh of defeat.

“Fine.” You murmured, too embarrassed to look at either man beside you.

“Um,” Diluc began, unsure of how to approach this subject. He was embarrassed and afraid. He was afraid of hurting you again. After everything that had happened to you, he didn’t want to make anything worse. He always felt like he made things worse. 

“Are you sure you’re okay with it?” The redhead asked you, his voice small. 

Despite usually carrying himself with a stern facade, Diluc seemed uncharacteristically timid in this situation. You swallowed, lifting your gaze so you could stare at his face.

“I’m fine with it.” You responded smoothly, your eyes catching onto the hint of red that began to creep up Diluc’s neck from his collar…

“Oh, uhm, okay.” Diluc responded, still making no effort to reach closer to you to warm you up.

“If you’re afraid to touch her, just say so.” Kaeya cut in sharply, and Diluc looked like he had been stabbed. His eyes were wide and the blush on his cheeks deepened.

“Are you scared of me?” you questioned, partly joking and partly very confused.

“N-no, I’m not!” Diluc blurted out, the blush on his cheeks deepening further, yet somehow he still wouldn’t make any effort to reach out to you.

You glanced from the redhead to his brother, giving Kaeya a confused glance. Kaeya gave the slightest smile in return, nodding his head towards Diluc. You were still confused, but Kaeya didn’t seem to care – he gave you a shove, forcing you to stagger towards Diluc.

“Hey!” You exclaimed, shocked. Kaeya’s momentum and your legs didn’t make it very far as you collapsed again, this time forcing Diluc to catch you.

You found yourself in a warm embrace – hot, even – as Diluc’s arms wrapped around you and held you gently yet snugly.

Diluc was furious. He watched Kaeya push you like a schoolhouse bully, not seeming to care at all about your particularly fragile state.

“What on earth are you doing, Kae-” 

“You’re right… he is warm.” You sighed into Diluc’s chest, your face buried in his blouse. Diluc’s mouth fell open as his face flushed as red as his hair.

“You were never going to pick her up if I hadn’t pushed her into you.” Kaeya shrugged. “Come on, let’s bring her inside.”

“You menace…” Diluc grumbled. Despite his frustration with Kaeya, he scooped you up with a delicate and feather-light motion. He treated you as though you were made of glass, stepping carefully across the courtyard and back towards the monastery.

Diluc held you closely but not tightly, his arms cradling your shoulders and the backs of your knees. As he stepped through the door, he was careful not to bump any part of your body. He walked so slowly and gently that the movements seemed to rock you to sleep. You began to doze off, your eyes fluttering shut as you relaxed within the heat he radiated.

As Diluc finally stepped into your room and lowered you into your bed, he let out a sigh of relief as he was able to carry you without causing any harm. He stepped away, adjusting his gloves, thinking back to all the work he had left to do that evening.

The sudden lack of the soothing warmth roused you from your sleep just enough to pry one eye open and see Diluc about to leave. As he dropped his hands to his sides and began to walk away, you reached out to hook your fingers onto the hem of his sleeve.

“Please stay.”

Diluc turned around, surprised.

Those words… the pleading look in your eyes. Your hand fell away from his sleeve as you stared at the redhead, your body unable to do anything to prevent him from leaving.

“I…” Diluc trailed off, unsure of what to say. The blush from earlier returned, 

“I’ll let Charles know you won’t be back tonight.” Kaeya spoke calmly, “You should stay with her.”

Diluc stared at the ever-sharp Knight, understanding that he should stay with you.

“Okay.” 

Kaeya’s boots tapped across the wooden floor as he walked back out the hallway, closing the door to your room carefully behind him.

“Will you… lay with me?” You murmured, fighting back the drowsiness that threatened to take over you.

“Uhm- okay.” Diluc replied, beginning to shrug off his jacket. He pulled off his gloves and boots, but kept his pyro vision attached at his waist as he awkwardly slid into bed beside you. He shuffled under the covers, trying to find a good way to lie in the bed while providing enough room for you.

However, he was caught by surprise when you turned towards him, burying your face in his chest once again. You both lay on your sides, facing each other, and Diluc rested his chin on top of your head while you draped one arm over his waist.

After a couple of moments, you picked your head up to ask Diluc a question. 

“Are you comfortable?” You questioned, looking up only to see Diluc’s serene face. You received no response – he had fallen asleep instantly.

You smiled to yourself, closing your eyes again as you snuggled into the warmth that radiated from Diluc’s body.

~~~

You woke up to the faint light of the moon streaming through your curtains and illuminating the small room. It was now the middle of the night, so you must have slept for a couple of hours. You stirred, suddenly aware that you were alone in bed. You sat up to glance across the room, realizing not a single trace of the Ragnvindr was left. 

You didn’t know why, but a sudden bout of grief wracked your body. You didn’t understand this intense loneliness that overcame you as you let out a sob, your chest shaking, tears beginning to stream down your face.

Why were you crying...?

You just felt so… lonely.

Loneliness.

It was something you should never feel. For as long as you could remember, you were content being alone throughout your journeys across the world. You enjoyed traveling companions, but they would come and go, and their departure never made you feel this way. You were always at peace with the world…

So why weren’t you anymore?

Your sobs increased in intensity, until you were outright wailing. Tears streamed down your face and dripped onto your nightgown and bed sheets. You were inconsolable, absorbed in this spiral of thoughts, feeling like nothing would help.

Except… maybe a fresh start would help.

You pushed aside one of the curtains, peering out into the tranquil night. The rolling hills across cider lake appeared so inviting; the trees that waved in the breeze seemed to be welcoming you.

You needed to get out of here.

You needed to leave. 

You needed to return to before.

~~~