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The grocery store was quiet save from the bell which chimed whenever a customer entered. A colourful isle caught your eye. Rows upon rows were filled with colourful items from Fontaine. 

You turned to your grey haired companion. “Can we take a look at the new items from Fontaine? Please?”

Alhaitam’s expression unamused. “Fine” his answer followed by a sigh. His hand that were not holding the basket, linked with yours. The gesture was meant to look like a romantic gesture, but you knew he was only trying to make you stick with him. 

Upon a closer inspection some of the various Fontainan gods were things you had never heard off. Some were nutritious meals that you only needed to heat up and some were rather unhealthy snacks. 

A orange red container with a logo of a smiling strawberry caught your eye. Frizzy Pop. You took a hold of the container and turned it around to read the description. It was some sort of powder you mixed with water to get a sweet and refreshing drink. Just what you needed.

With a smile you turned towards Alhaitam. “Can we get this? It looks really delicious!” you waved the box in front of his face which earned you a scowl. 

“Absolutely not” his expression stern.

You rolled your eyes “Why not?”

He grabbed the Frizzy Pop out of your hand and inspected it like it was a the most serious thing. “You can’t even pronounce 85% of these ingredients”

“Ugh come on!” you threw your head back and dramatically sighed. “Why must you be so strict?”

“Call me strict all you want. I just care about your wellbeing. Is that so hard to understand?” Alhaitam crossed his arms. His muscles flexing slightly with annoyance. 

You whined and dragged your hand across your face in irritation. “I am my own person. I don’t really need to listen to you!”

“Oh yeah? What would be of you if you didn’t, hmm? Would you perhaps be living on the streets? Oh that’s right… You would” his eyes cold. What he said was true. He had indeed helped you out of a though financial crisis and given you a place to live. In exchange he had kept you under his watchful eyes in the name of love. At least that’s what he so bluntly called it. 

“It’s a drink powder Alhaitam. It’s not a big deal! And besides I already follow your recommended nutrition plan”. He had given you a long list of foods you could and could not eat. He had been very strict about it and he made few exceptions. He said it was in your best interest. You did argue with him at first. You hated how he thought he had the right to choose what you ate or not, but  after a while you stopped with the arguments. You had noticed how on edge he had been lately and you knew very well that he was extremely close to just look you away in his house. 

“It is a big deal. If you actually had any knowledge about nutrition and different ingredients you would know what I mean” he scoffed. His arrogant tone making your eye twitch. 

“Now let’s put this back and pay for our things” he put the container back in place. 

He squeezed your arm with his bicep in a warning. “ I really do love you, you know?” he pressed a quick kiss on the top of your head. His blue orange eyes filled with love deeper than what you could ever wish to understand. 

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The silver wear clinked against the porcelain plates. The room were dimly lit, making it an almost cozy atmosphere. A butler and a maid were standing against the east wall, almost like they were apart of the decoration. The wind howled outside. 

In front of you sat Dottore. His gaze fixed on the beef on his plate. Blood was oozing from the rare steak as he cut into it with precision. Like a surgeon. 

His eyes met yours. “Are you not going to touch your food dear?” his deep voice thick like honey. His expression one of concern. “I know that you do not trust me, but you need nutrition.”

Your mouth a tin line “I am not hungry”.

His stare unyielding. His eyes a replica of the dark blood in the many test tubes inside if lab. “Really?”

“Yes” you nodded trying your best to remain expressionless. 

He hummed as his gaze bore through you. “Why do I find that hard to believe?” he tilted his head. He sighed and snapped his fingers. The butler hurried to him and bowed his head in an almost inhuman way. “Bring me the chef” he ordered. The butler nodded and hurried out. Not too long after the chef was standing beside Dottore. 

“Is it perhaps that the food wasn’t to your liking?” Dottore raised a brow and nodded towards your untouched food.

You quickly caught onto his scheme and shook your head. “N-no! It’s not that at all!” you waved your hands and forced your lips into a tight smile.

The Harbinger’s  eyes wandered over your features. “Are you sure darling? If your meal is not good enough, I have to punishing the chef. After all your happiness and comfort is the most important thing for me” his face twisted in concern. 

Your eyes flickered to the chef whose face was drenched in sweat. He was shaking. You gulped “I assure you the meal is not the issue”.

Dottore hummed. “Are you perhaps not feeling well?” his expression unreadable. “Everyone get out” he ordered. The servants and the chef all exited in a hurry leaving you alone with the blue haired man. “Let’s make a deal” he leaned forward and folds his hands hand rests his head on them. “You eat up all the food on your plate and I will spare the chef. Sounds good doesn’t it?” he said with a unsettling grin. 

You looked down in your plate. With a shivering hand you lifted the fork to your lips. You closed your eyes to calm your nerves. A hum could be heard from opposite of the table “You better hurry for the dinner gets cold”. 

You held your breath and shoved the fork into your mouth. The meat was tender and cooked after your preference. 

“See? That wasn’t so hard was it now?”. You opens your eyes and were met with a sharp teethed smile. “You were afraid I drugged the food.”

You swallowed. “I have my rights to be suspicious”

“Of course my love” his voice melodic. “You were indeed right with your suspicion.”

You dropped your fork. You entire frame shaking. “What…?”

“Oh come now. It’s not dangerous. It’s just a way to get you  a little more relaxed. I am starting to get sick of your small riots, so I came up with a solution. This drug will make your mind slowly but surely more submissive. I really do love you you know, but u can’t have you keep hurting yourself” he smirked. “Though it seems that I have to find a new way…” he sighed. “But worry not… I will have your memory of this dinner wiped. Just like last time…” his red eyes gleaming with something sinister. 

Your eyes widened. The hair on the back of your neck raising. “Last time?” your voice shaky.

Dottore smiled “Yes darling. Wiping someone’s memory so mere child play for a man of my calibre”. He chuckled and rose to his feet. The chair scraping against the carpet. Like a animal he stalked towards you. He stopped behind your chair and leaned down. Much to your dismay you had to admit the doctor smelled good. Really good. His smell always bringing you a sense of comfort.

He leaned hand on the arm rest of your chair. His lips mere centimetres away from your ear. “Relax darling. This is for your own good you know?” his lips kissing your neck. He pulled away and placed a device against your right temple. When did he get that? The device glowed blue and it hummed slightly. 

“Rest now…” 

Darkness swallowed your senses and you fell into a deep slumber. 

Dottore stroked your hair with a living expression. “A pity… I have to start over it seems.”

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Albedo

The icy wind whipped against your cheeks. Snow clouded your vision. The tree branches waved in the wind and grasped at your clothes. You hissed as a thorn ripped your fabric, causing you to bleed. 

As you ran down the mountain you glanced over your shoulder at every given moment.

A clearing caught your eye. Finally you could breathe out. You leans against a large tree. You needed to cover your wound. You rummaged through your pockets and to your joy you found a small scarf. The thin woven scarf was gifted to you by Klee, Albedo’s younger sister. The little girl was so proud when she gave you the scarf and wanted you to wear it all the time. Sadness filled your being at the thought of ruining the pink scarf, but your arm was more important. You bound your wound tightly with the scarf. One of the things he had thought you. 

“I told you to stay inside the cabin” his voice echoed. 

You froze. You prayed to the archons that it was just your mind playing tricks on you. 

“This mountain is dangerous. You have no way of defending yourself” his voice soft. 

You turned your head. Your eyes met his ice blue ones. They were cold, just like the icy mountain. 

“Let’s go home” he walked towards you with quick steps. His arms wrapped around you and he kissed your forehead. “You are better off home, with me. I will keep you safe” his arms tightened around your form. 

Alhaitham  

The scribe had given you freedom. Which allowed you to freely roam the Akademiya. While Alhaitham was preoccupied in his office, you explored the university. Within a couple of months you had made friends with a couple of the students. You never told them you situation with the grey haired scholar, but they all knew that you lived together. 

You had spent a lot of time plotting your escape. After all escaping the scribe was no easy task. The House of  Daena was empty and quiet. The small bag you had hoisted over your shoulder filled with only the necessities. Your hands was shaking as you pushed down the door handle to a back door. The sunlight blinded you as the door opened. 

You hurried down the path from the Akademiya. Your flats clicking against the cobblestone. You had to get out from Sumeru City and seek refuge in a remote town. It was risk, sure, but it was your only hope. 

After an hour or so you had made your way to a small village on the outskirts of the capital. It wasn’t the ideal place, but it was your only option for the night. You was so kindly offered the spare bed by a lovely elderly woman. She didn’t ask why you looked over your shoulder every minute and that you were thankful for. 

You packed your things and thanked the older woman for her kindness and went on your way. 

After hours on the road your legs felt like jelly. You stopped by a abandoned house and rested on the little bench by the overgrown vegetable garden. 

You woke up by the sounds of footsteps coming your way. A shadow blocked the sun. 

“I must say you have slightly developed, but unfortunately you are still as predictable as ever” Alhaitham shook his head. “The elderly woman you slept at told me everything as soon as I explained the situation” his lips widened into a grin. “She thanked my for looking after such a helpless woman such as yourself.”

Strong arms picked you up and held you tight against his strong chest. “Let’s go home”.

Ayato

Ayato was a sly man. With his white clothing he looked like an angel, but that was far from the truth. You had many times heard him command the Shuumatsuban to get rid of the clan’s enemies. You knew the katana that rested by his hip when he was out on public duties, had slaughtered many. 

You were afraid. Not only by him in himself, but afraid of his power and actions. That’s why you climbed over the tall walls that shielded the Kamisato residence from the outside world. Your ankles buckled under you as you landed and you whimpered out in pain. After you had collected yourself, you made a run for it. The ninja’s that were stationed around the estate had without doubt already spotted you. You hoped that they went to report to Ayato instead of chasing you down. 

The way down to the beach was rocky and dangerous. Like a wild goat you quickly made your way down thanks to the adrenaline that pumped through your veins. The old rowboat was in the same stop just as you had recalled from an evening stroll with Ayaka along the beach. To your luck the two paddles were still there. You pushed the boat with all your might to the shore. The saltwater cold against your bare feet. 

The swish of an arrow stopped you in your tracks. You looked down and saw it sticking out from the side of the boat. The hole was not that big, but it would cause your boat to leak in enough water for it to sink before you had made it to safety. 

“Seize her!” a Shuumatsuban with high standing ordered.

A man with his face covered dragged you away from your boat and bound your wrists behind your back. 

When you looked up at the cliff you saw Ayato looking down at you. He made his way down slowly and dread filled your veins. 

He stopped in front of you and lifted your chin with a finger. “Did you have fun?” he leaned his face closer, his breath fanning your face. “Do not forget that I have eyes and ears everywhere”.

“Now let’s get you home. I will make sure you won’t slip through my fingers again. Though I must say your little attempt humoured me.”

Baizhu

Tricking the little zombie girl made you feel horrible, but it was your only ticket to freedom. The green haired doctor had feed you herbs that made you weak and depended on his care. You had seen the label on the little bottle containing the medicine. So when he was out researching some herbs, you went through all the medical books he had in his libraries in search of the antidote. After much time and countless books you finally figured out the antidote. 

You talked to Qiqi alone when Baizhu was busy treating a patient. You explained that he needed some herbs and told her that she had to deliver them to you and not her guardian. After some convincing she agreed. You crossed your fingers that she would remember and not slip up. 

To your joy Qiqi had indeed remembered. The herbs tasted awful, but it was a small price to pay. It didn’t take long before you felt the medicine Baizhu had given you wear of. When he came to check up on you, you pretended that you were still weak. You asked him to go get some more medicine and he did as you said. When the green haired man left, you quickly tried to pry the window open. It was slightly jammed, but with your new strength you managed. Finally you had escaped the snake’s nest. 

Your feet moved fast as you ran down the many stairs. You had to turn Baizhu to the authorities for his crimes. Just as you had made it down the stairs you bumped into someone. You didn’t need to look up to understand who it was. 

“You will catch a cold running around like that” his voice cold as ice. His fingers lifted up your chin. “Tricking Qiqi really was a low move. That poor child was absolutely devastated to come home to an empty house. As for me I must say I am deeply disappointed. I have made it very clear that you will not manage without me.”

His lips curled up into a soft smile. “Let’s go home my darling. I will make some tea.”

Capitano

The first Harbinger was worshipped throughout the whole snowy nation. His underlings held great respect for him. He could be cruel and bloodthirsty, but to you he had a soft spot for. 

Boots hammered against the ice ground. You knew you wouldn’t be able to run away from them, but you would not give up so easily. 

As you made your way through the thick pine forest you started to regret your decision, but it was too late. As you came to the end of the forest you were surrounded by soldiers. Their spears raised towards you, stopping you in your tracks. 

The sound of hooves reached your ears. The soldiers parted and bowed deep. On a tall black horse sat Capitano. Even with his face hidden by his black helmet, you could feel his intense gaze. 

The stallion came to a halt and his rider dismounted. The snow crunched underneath his heels as he made his way towards you. His height towering over your trembling form. “You are all dismissed” he barked out. The soldiers bowed before they marched down the hill. 

He stayed quiet for what felt like an eternity. The ice cold wind howling against the tree tops. The dark haired man finally spoke “You broke my trust. Criminals deserve to be punished.” 

With a swift motion he threw you over his shoulder and held you in place with his arm. He mounted his horse and squeezed his heels against the animal’s flank. 

The Harbinger’s hold on you was tight and as suffocating as his presence. As you watched the landscape blur together you realised that you would never escape him. 

Childe

The sound of children’s laughter could be heard in the distance. The small fishing village Ajax’s family resides in was remote. The river that ran across it ice cold and filled to the brim with fish. You crept as quickly as you could between the trees that surround the village. To your dismay Childe’s childhood home was just by the border which meant that the red head knew the woods like the back of his hand. 

You winced as you heard Teucer calling out for his brother. The little child had noticed your disappearance. 

You picked up your speed and ran as fast as your legs could carry you. It was difficult with the heavy snow, but you had to keep going. 

A flash of red stopped you in your tracks. You quickly hid behind a rock and held your breath. 

“It’s not nice to run away” a chirpy voice said. Childe.

Of course he found you. It was only a matter of time. His soft laughter rang throughout the woods. He was close. Too close. 

Suddenly he jumped onto the rock you had hidden behind. You yelped and backed away. He grinned as he looked down on you. His eyes wide and crazed. “If you wanted to play hide and seek why didn’t you just say so?” he laughed. His laughter chilling. 

He jumped down and landed just a few centimetres from your legs. He bent down and dragged you to your feet. “Teucer, Tonia and Anthon are all waiting for you back home. You wouldn’t want to disappoint them would you?” he tilted his head and faked a sad expression. 

He wrapped his arms around you and hugged you tightly. “When we get home after our visit here, I will never let you leave my side. Is that understood?” his voice low. He chuckled as he pulled back to study your expression. “That frightened look of yours is really something. Makes me wanna eat you up” he kissed your cheek. “Don’t make me lose my cool, okay?”

Cyno

The sun was bright and high. The heat was unbearable and you regretted not seeking shade. The sand danced across the dune as the wind gave you some mercy from the heat. 

In front off you on the scorching sand laid the lifeless bodies of the eremites that had helped you with your escape from the general. Blood coloured the sand red and the ruins surrounding you were splattered in red. The metallic sand made you dizzy. 

Cyno stood before the bodies with his back turned to you. His white hair was coated in red. His strong muscles made him look like a good as he stood there with his bloodied spear. He turned to you. His face blank. 

“I am sorry you had to see that” his expression apologetic. 

He planted the spear in the ground and walked towards you slowly like he was afraid of scaring you. He squatted down so that he was on your eye level. You pulled your legs towards you as much as you could. 

“Why did you run away?” 

You only stared at him with big eyes. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. His head piece long discarded. “The desert is a dangerous place. You have no idea how scared I was when I noticed your disappearance” his eyes sad. “When I saw you among those eremites… I have never felt such anger. I had no choice but to eliminate them. Those who try to take you away from me deserves punishment. I did the right thing with ridding the world of such people” his hands was trembling in anger. 

“I will make sure no one tries to take you away from me again. I will always be by your side” he kissed your tears away with a soft smile. 

Dainsleif

Dainsleif had long lost his sanity. At least when it came to you. That much was clear. 

You had just managed to escape him while he slept. The ruin you had chosen for your resting place for the night was eerie quite. Even the monsters were gone. You would have found it weird had you not been on the run. You manoeuvred through the dark ruins as fast as you could. After a while you made it out. 

Your relived expression fell as you took in your surroundings. The monsters you had disappeared were now standing in front of you. You slowly backed away as you thought up an escaped plan. Just as you were about to make a run for it, dark blue power lit up the area in front of you. With movements faster than what your eyes could see, the monsters were slain. 

The blond traveler looked at you with a look that sent shivers down your spine. He flicked off the blood that coated his blade as he made his way towards you. 

“I expected more from you. To believe you so ignorantly took the bait is truly disappointing” he shook his head. “But on the plus side, I have now proved to you that you will never make it without me. Let me be your protector. Let me take care of you” he kneeled in front of you as he took your small hand in his and kissed it gently. 

You could only cry silent as the Twilight Sword led you inside the ruins. Dainsleif was a man of his word and you knew very well that he would never break his promise to himself. 

Diluc

The winery was a beautiful place. When you first arrived you thought it looked like something straight out from a fairytale. You could not be more wrong as you soon learned. 

Diluc was a desperate man. He had tricked himself into believing he was your saviour and he would do anything in order to protect you. If he had to kill someone in order to do so he would not bat an eye. 

You had escaped through the cellar door and out the cellar window. You had been unsure if you fitted through the window, but to your surprise you fitted like a glove. The moon casted a pale light against the manor and it made you pause in your steps by its beauty. 

The stables were empty just as you had expected. You tacked up the chestnut mare Diluc had gifted you. You kissed her forehead as you collected yourself. He would come after you. 

As the mare galloped through the dense forest you could hear the distant shouts from Diluc. You gritted your teeth as you made your horse run faster. 

Just as you thought you had made it, you heard the dreaded screams of his hawk. You had lost. 

Your eyes were heavy as you slowly gained consciousness. You were tied to the desk chair inside his bedroom. Your bindings was of the finest red silk. You shivered at the similarities between you and a neatly wrapped present. In front of you were a highly distressed red haired man. He was walking back and forth, muttering something to himself. 

 “How could I be so careless as to not look better after her… I am a fool” he hissed to himself. 

After a few minutes he stopped and turned to you. His expression softened as he cupped your face. “I apologise for the bindings, but it is necessary. You could be hurt you know?” his voice soft, but serious. “I will never let any harm happen to you. Ever.”

Dottore

The doctor’s blood red eyes always sent shivers down your spine. Even though he was human, he seemed like anything but. His embraces felt like a cage and his sweet words like poison. It didn’t take you long to understand why he was the most feared man in the entirety of Teyvat. 

Dottore held you within his estate and refused to let you leave. Heavily armed guards guarded your chambers. You had tried to convince them to let you go and the next day you were delivered their served head on a platter. Dottore was cruel that much was obvious. 

You knew you could never outsmart Dottore. He was one of the smartest beings on the plant and he never pretended not to be. If you couldn’t trick Dottore, you would trick the servants. 

The long hallways in Dottore’s mansion were dark and empty. You sneaked through the manor as quietly as possible. With the key you had stolen clutched in your hand you made your way to the garden door. You twisted the key in the keyhole and pushed the door open. Cold air filled your lungs. Your eyes lit up at the sight of the snow filled landscape. 

Your freedom was however short lived. 

“If you take a step outside of that door I will behead this woman” a deep voice reached your ears. 

You froze and slowly turned. There in the doorway stood the Harbinger. His raven-like mask were nowhere to be found. His hand was wrapped around the neck of the maid who you had stolen the key from. Her face was filled with fear and she looked at you pleadingly. 

As much as you longed for freedom, you could not bear to have the blood from someone else on your hands. You walked back in and locked the door with a lowered head. You placed the key in Dottore’s waiting hand. 

He slipped the key onto his pocket with a smile. “Good girl.”

“However…. I cannot let such an action go unpunished” he tck-ed. He threw the maid across the room. Her back hit the wall with a loud thud. 

“I have given you all a specific rule you all must follow. I have made what would happen if you would ever break it quite clear, have I not?” his voice as cold as the unforgiving landscape that surrounded the estate. The maid muttered a “yes lord Harbinger”.

The blue haired man scoffed and turned to you. “I suppose I should teach you a lesson” his eyes held nothing but cold determination. 

With three long strides he stopped in front of the maid. Her eyes filled with horror. He pulled out a sharp and sleek scalpel and slight her throat in a precise motion. “You deserve much more suffering, but I don’t want me darling to be  witness to that so this would have to do” he sneered at the maid as she gurgled on her own blood. 

He threw the scalpel and wiped his hands on his pants. “Let’s get you back to your chambers shall we.”

He snaked his arm around your waist and led you out of the hallway. “I trust that you will stop your escape attempts and accept that you belong here with me” his voice smooth like honey. 

Gorou

The general of the resistance was a generous man. He always looked after his soldiers and treated them with respect and you were no different. He loved you with his entire being, that much was certain.  

He never brought you to the frontlines. You were to stay at the base with a few trusted soldiers that looked after you. They all knew about your situation, but no one cared. They all were just glad that  the general had someone who brought him comfort through the tough times. 

As the soldiers exchanged posts you were able to sneak out of the cabin.  You did not get far before a certain brunette had tracked you down. 

His big cerulean eyes wide as his whole body tensed. “Why are you out here?” his big eyes not blinking once. His ears alert. 

“You didn’t try to leave right? It must be something else? Right?” his voice raised. His fangs visible as he sneered. 

He gripped your hand tightly as he dragged you back to the camp. “I’m sorry sweetheart, but I need to keep you safe” he looked at you with a sad expression as he hurried back to the camp. 

The hybrid had always been extremely overprotective to the point it suffocated you. He always told he did what he did for your own good. 

The next nights he held you tightly in his arms as he slept. His fluffy tail wrapping around your leg in a protective manner. 

Heizou  

The detective had locked you up in his own home, claiming it was a way to protect you. Every door and every window (and some drawers) had complicated locks on. Only a few doors and drawers were unlocked. 

Heizou was out on a detective job so you were left all alone. This was your chance to get out. You knew all to well that the detective most likely would track you down, but you could not let such an opportunity pass. 

The puzzle that was the lock-mechanism on the front door seemed different. Heizou did have the habit of changing them so you didn’t think too much of it. The puzzle was tricky, but after a while you were able to figure it out. The door unlocked and you squealed in joy. 

You hadn’t come far before someone wrapped their arms around your shoulders. “Boo” he whispered into your ears causing you to yelp. 

“Aww… Did I scare you now?” his tone mocking. He leaned his entire body weight onto you causing you to stumble. He chuckled at your shuffling and poked your cheek. “I’m glad you passed my little test sweetheart” he purred. 

You regained your senses and pushed him off. You glared at him as he laughed. 

“You really are entertaining aren’t you? You thought that I would ever let you go… Now that’s just too funny!” he wiped his tears as he laughed. 

“With your naivety, you are better of with me” he grabbed your arm and pulled you close. Your noses almost touching. He cupped your cheeks and smiled at you gently. “I will take care of you, darling.”

Itto

The brutish oni was really clingy and always felt the need to have you glued to his side. Getting alone time was nearly impossible, but you managed when he was out organising a onikabuto match. 

While the white haired man was busy making posters with his gang, you snuck out of the house. Which was surprisingly easy when he wasn’t home. The city was lively and the lit lanterns flickering in the wind. Stars littering the clear night sky. You sneaked among the multiple food stalls. The smell of fried fish filling the air. 

The sound of a booming laughter made your limbs freeze to the ground. You could recognise that laughter everywhere. You turned your head and your eyes widened in fear at your confirmed suspicion. Before a dessert stall stood Itto with Mamoru. “We gotta get something for the gang. You brought money right?” the oni nudged Mamoru who muttered a “yes boss”.

You quickly hid behind a small group of someone who stood before the boba shop. Luckily you were shorter than the group and you were able to stay hidden. 

“Wait… Why does it smell like [Name]?” 

“I don’t know boss. Isn’t she home?”

Your heartbeat hammered against your ribs. You carefully peaked through the group. Itto was sniffing in the air, the action almost comical, had it not been for your predicament. His closed eyes snapped open. His red slit eyes met yours. His body tense like a hunting dog. His expression filled with shock. “Doll?” he called out. 

Your feet moved before you even registered it. You sprinted down the street. Your sandals clicking against the ground. You didn’t need to look back to know that Itto was right behind you. 

You jumped down the railing and you were thankful that the jumps wasn’t too high as you landed on the soft grass. Just as you made it behind a small building, a big hand grabbed your arm. You lost your balanced and was pulled flushed against a broad chest. 

“Why are you outside?” his voice eerily quiet. “I thought I made it clear that it’s dangerous, you are not a big strong oni. Humans are so fragile and weak” he pulled you into a tight hug. His face pressed against your soft hair. “You better listen to me next time… or I would have to tie you up” he pressed a kiss on top of your head followed by a soft “I love you”.

Kaeya

The Calvary Captain’s office was quite save from the sound of the captain’s pen scribbling. He hadn’t acknowledged you since he brought you inside his spacious office. His silence was scarier than his anger. He continued to write his report about some mission. The grandfather clock in the corner ticking. 

After what felt like an eternity Kaeya looked up at you. He folded his hands and leaned his chin on them. His lone eye looking straight at you, causing a shiver to run down your spine. “You broke my trust did you not?” his honeyed voice terrifying. He tck-ed. “I am disappointed, but not surprised” he sighed. “I should punish you” he unfolded his hands and drummed two fingers across the rim of his empty glass. 

“Why would I want to be locked up in some apartment?” you spat at the smug knight. His lips stretched up into a uncanny smile. 

“Oh my…. You are more naive than what I gave you credit for” he chuckled. He stood up suddenly, causing the chair legs to scrap against the hardwood floor. He walked towards you like a stalking wolf. His eyes hungry and brimming with madness. 

He stopped before you and leaned down on the arms of your chair. His face close to yours. Too close. His crystal blue eye scanned yours. You felt completely naked underneath his gaze. “Did you really think I wouldn’t know how you so foolishly conceived the knights guarding the house?” he laughed. His laughter sickening. “I dealt with them as soon as they reported back to me. It was a pain cleaning of the blood from my new boots, but some sacrifices must be made” he sighed. 

He grasped your chin and leaned closer “I will never ever let you go.”

He straightened up. His expression lighthearted. “Now let’s get something to eat shall we?” he pulled you up with a tight grip. You looked down on his boots as he dragged you out of his office, noticing the few blood speckles he had missed.  

Kaveh

The house Kaveh had constructed for you two was like a maze. With many corridors and doors, it was easy to get lost. He had built you both a home where he could play out his fantasy. He had kept you locked away in the mansion for months. Kaveh said it was to keep you safe and away from prying eyes. 

You tried to force the window open for the 10th time, but to no avail. The window was still only a few centimetres open. Kaveh had proudly showed you the windows he had constructed that would not open more than a few centimetres. You had hoped that the design of the master architect had failed, but to your disappointment they had not. 

Your eyes scanned the room till the landed on the doors to the winter garden. The glass were delicate and beautiful. You studied it closely till you came to the conclusion that they might be fragile enough to shatter. You picked up a stool that were standing in the corner. You lifted the furniture over your head and smashed the windows with all your might. The glass doors shattered into million pieces, looking like glittering diamonds. You dropped the stool and climbed through the window. You hissed as you cut yourself on the jagged pieces of glass that were still standing. 

The winter garden was cozily decorated and it almost made you sad to leave it. The door out to the garden was locked which wasn’t a surprise. To your luck one of the miniature stone statues that resembled birds of all sizes, was perfect for shattering windows. It almost broke your heart at the thought of shattering the beautiful stained glass walls, but you had no choice. With all your might you managed to break it. 

You ran as fast as you could through the garden. You had to find the exit before Kaveh came home from his meeting with his new client. As you were about to climb the tall fence that surrounded the property, a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist  and pulled you down. You back hit the soft grass and straddling you were Kaveh. His eyes filled with betrayal and anger. 

“How could you?!” his voice loud. His grip on your shoulders tightened. “After all that I have done for you?!” his features twisted into rage and hurt.

You tried to defend yourself, but your words died on you tongue. You had never seen Kaveh that angry. Fear filled you entire being and you felt sick. You casted a last look at the flush forest behind the fence. You knew that this would be your last time outside for a very long time. 

Kazuha

With your breath ragged you ran through the dense forest. You had finally managed to escape the white haired samurai. You just needed to reach the beach and board one of the fishing boats that were docked at the dock. 

You finally made it to the clearing that lead down to the beach. You waved at the fishermen and they turned to great you. The dock was old and badly maintained. Splinters poking out and threatening to stab your feet. Just as you were about to ask the captain on the rather small boat, a gust of wind nearly knocked you down. 

Red maple leaves fell gently down form the sky. The man in front of you moved quickly and elegantly. His movements like a dance, completely ensnaring you with his beauty. Crimson rain littered the air before it splattered your face. The warm liquid brought you quickly to your senses. Kazuha swiftly slashed his katana, slitting the throat of the captain. The red eyed man landed gently and wiped his blade with a handkerchief. The with fabric staining red in an instant. 

He turned his gaze to you. His lips bore a gentle smile. In a blink of an eye he was right in front of you. He lifted his hand and gently wiped the bloodstains of your skin. “What is my delicate flower doing here?” his voice soft. 

You swallowed. You had yet to let you eyes wander to the slaughtered boat crew. Kazuha’s eyes scanned yours. His long eyelashes fluttered. Tears ran down your cheeks in crystal clear rivers. You shoved him away as hard as you could. He stumbled back, but you knew he held back his strength. He had let you push him. “Get away from me!” your voice weak and trembling. You choked out a cry as your fell down to the wooden floor. The wood was soaked with red blood. You let your eyes wander. You wanted to throw up at the sight of the dead boatmen. 

“You know I can’t do that. Without me you’re lost. I need to protect you. You are the only light in my life and I know we will live happily ever after” his voice was pained and vulnerable. His calloused hands gripped your shoulders in desperation. “I am never going to let you leave me” his smile crazed and not fitting his saddened eyes. 

He wrapped his arms around you in an embrace that reminded you of a cage. His face nestled into your soft hair. “I will make you happy, just you wait and see.”

Lyney

A swarm of cards flew over your face, momentarily blinding you. You ducked your head, but lost balance as something caught your leg. It was a makeshift snare made of multiple colourful handkerchiefs. Playful giggles reached your ears. 

“The surprised look on your face is to die for! So adorable!” his voice gleeful.

You quickly got back on your feet and was about to make a run for it when Lyney tackled you. You landed with a groan, the cobblestone hard against your back. Lyney pinned your hands to the ground as he sat on top of your midriff. He grinned as he looked down on you. 

“It’s no fun in you escaping you know?” he tilted his head. He kissed your nose before he jumped off you. “You could at least be a little more creative” he shook his head in faux disappointment. 

“Asshole” you sneered at him. 

His cat like eyes crinkled in amusement at your remark. “How rude” he snickered. 

Just as sudden as he had jumped you, his expression changed. His eyes colder than ice and his mouth a thin line. He grabbed your wrist and dragged you after him. 

He unlocked the house he, his siblings and you resided in. He quickly locked the door after him and dragged you into your bedroom. He let go of your hand. You quickly stumbled as far away from him as you could. 

“Why can’t you let me have nice things? Why [Name]?” his eyes narrowed. It was in moments like this that you remembered his role in The Fatui. His eyes held a dangerous glint that dared you to cross him. 

His sighed as he lifted his hat to run a hand through his hair. “You really give me no choice…” he sighed again. He exited the bedroom only to return with a chain in his hand. 

Your eyes widened in horror. “No, no, no… Please Lyney!” you begged. Tears trialing down your cheeks and pooling down onto the soft carpet. 

“You gave me no choice. This is the consequences of your own actions” he  shushed you as he clasped the chain onto your left ankle. He gently kissed your tears away. “It’s only temporary, okay?” he gently stroked your cheekbone. “I love you darling, don’t forget that.”

Neuvillette  

Even though the judge bore aesthetically similarities with the sea otters that lived in the Fontanian waters, he was not like them at all.  They were sweet playful creatures, and the judge a selfish cruel man. His good reputation made you sick. If only the citizens of Fontaine knew him like you did. 

He had kept you hidden and locked up in his beautiful home. That was until you had managed to convince the Melusine that was in charge of looking after you that day. At first she refused to let you out, but when you told her that you were going to buy a present for Neuvillette she yielded. If it was under other circumstances you would have felt bad for tricking her. 

The bustling streets of The Court of Fontaine a familiar sight. You breathed in the air. Oh how you had missed the smell of new baked goods and the music of street musicians. 

You knew it would not take long before Neuvillette would notice your disappearance. You had to get out of the city and onto an aqua bus before he sent the Gardes after you. 

You bought a ticket with the money you had managed to steal from Neuvillette. You quickly made it up the stairs to the aqua bus station. The aqua bus was just about to depart when a group of Gardes blocked the exit behind you. You leaped for the bus only to collide with a broad chest. You could recognise that scent no matter where in Teyvat you found yourself. 

You slowly raised your head. Neuvillette looked down at you with a furious expression. You had only seen that expression when he had caught you chatting with other men (it didn’t matter to him that your conversation was only friendly and nothing more). His lilac eyes bored into yours, stripping your soul naked. 

“I told you to never leave the residence” his voice low and lazed with anger. 

His horns glowing light blue. His hands balled into fists by his sides, clearly trying to ground himself. You lowered your head. 

“We are going back at once and you better not make any commotions” his hand turned you around and firmly guided you to the lift. One of the Gardes reached out his hand in order to size you properly. “Get your filthy hand away from her” Neuvillette’s voice boomed. 

The Garde tried to defend himself but was cut short by Neuvillette. “Leave at once or you will regret it” his teeth bared. His sharp fangs fully visible. The Garde bowed and quickly left. 

Neuvillette’s hand tightened its hold on your shoulder. “When we get home I demanded an explanation as to why you left your home” he whispered into your ear. 

Pantalone

Pantalone was sitting on an expensive leather chair. His shoes polished in a way you could see your own reflection in the black leather. In his gloved hands was a black pistol with details in white gold.  

In front of him on the cold polished hardwood floor knelt a man. His hands were bound behind his back. His eyes were looking pleadingly up at the Harbinger. He was a guard whom you had befriended. He had so kindly helped you escape before you both were caught red handed by the ninth Harbinger.

The black haired Harbinger turned his face towards you. “This is what he gets for taking what’s mine” his voice as smooth as velvet. His eyes dark and his smile cunning. He turned towards the bound man. “I must admit that I am a rather greedy man. I really hate when people try to take what’s mine” he sighed and clicked his tongue. He flicked the safety and pointed the pistol at the guards head. 

“No!” you screamed as you desperately tried to get lose from your silk bindings. 

Pantalone shushed you gently. “He asked for it my love” his voice sweet as sugar. 

“Any last words?” he smiled. “Hmm… I don’t think you deserve any” he fired the pistol before the poor guard had the time to open his mouth. Pantalone’s smile stretched into a sickening grin. The man’s brain splatters onto the expansive rug. 

You screamed as you tried to swallow the bile. “How could you?! You disgusting monster! I hate you!” you screamed while thick tears ran down your cheeks. 

“Don’t cry my dear. He’s not worth shedding your lovely tears over” Pantalone kneeled in front of you. His eyes gentle. “I will make sure that no other men like that ever gets between us. You are mine and nothing will ever change that” his voice low. 

Pierro

The sorcerer had forced you to your knees with his magic. You could feel the power tugging at your mind and it hurt. His pale eyes boring into yours. “Have you forgotten your place?” his gruff voice echoed inside the ballroom. 

You glared up at him unable to do anything else. He kneeled before you and harshly lifted your chin. His expression harsher than the unforgiving climate outside. “I must say I’m utterly disappointed in your behaviour. You should be ashamed.”

You tried to get control over your limbs, but to no avail. Your words died on your tongue and you were unable to make any sound. 

The white haired man scoffed and released his hold on you. His magic released you completely and you crawled backwards and away from him. Creating as much distance as possible. 

The Jester rose to his feet and dusted off invisible dust from his elegant robe. “If you were anyone else I would have executed you for your crime. Do not forget that our relationship was blessed directly blessed from Her Majesty Herself” he sneered. 

He hauled you up to your feet, his iron grip bruising. He dragged you down the corridors and up the many stairs to your chambers. He slammed the door open and dragged you inside. 

“Think over what you have done. I don’t take such humiliation lightly” his eyes narrow as he looked down on you. “Don’t think you will ever get away. You belong to me and that’s final” with that he closed the door and locked it making you all alone. 

Sethos

You ran over the dunes as fast as you could. You had to be fast. Behind you you could hear Sethos voice as he called for you. To your misfortune the free spirited man was fast. Extremely fast. Your sandals were filled with sand, but you couldn’t care less. 

Suddenly it became quiet. Too quiet. You hid behind a rock formation and listened. Suddenly a figure slid down the dune to your left and leaped on top of you. He was precise enough that make sure you landed on the sand and not the rock behind you. His wild hair rustling in the wind. 

The sight in front of you reminded you of the time when he swept you away and locked you away inside the temple. He had first gotten to know you when he visited Sumeru City. He had told you it was love at first sight and he asked you to come and visit the desert with him. You were taken aback by his impulsiveness, but you soon grew accustom to it. 

“If you wanted to play hide and seek you could have just said so” his entire weight on you. He was silent for a few moments. His crystal green eyes scanning yours. You could see his gears turning. “Don’t tell me you tried to run away from me…? You would never do something like that? Right?” his voice lazed with disbelief and desperation. 

In a swift movement you were brought to you feet. His hold on you right and you wondered if he thought you would fly away if he let go. “Let’s get back to the temple” his voice back to its jovial self, but his eyes clouded with obsession and desperation. 

Thoma

The white mop mopped over the hardwood floor in a fast motion. The white colour quickly staining red. A crimson red pool of blood was spilled across the floor. The sight made you sick. Bile raising up in your throat. You were sitting in the coroner of the room , hugging your knees. The blonde man stopped his mopping and raised his head and looked at you. His face splattered with blood. He sighed and leaned the mop against the wall. 

“I am so sorry you had to see that, my angle” his green eyes pleading. He crouched in front of your trembling form. He gently caressed your cheek. 

The friendly and kind housekeeper was gone and replaced by a green eyed monster that slaughtered anything in its path. He had beheaded the kind men that helped you escape from the Kamisato estate.

“I am wounded that you tried to leave me. What did I do wrong?” his eyes glossy. 

 You locked me away you wanted to say, but you kept your mouth shut.  

“My master has been kind and let us stay here together and this is your gratitude?” his voice slightly raised. His eyes scanned over your form and landed on your bloodied nightdress. “I have to get that off” he muttered as he quickly rose. His movements frantic as he looked for a washcloth. 

“My gratitude?” your voice shaky, but loud. “You have taken everything away from me!” you stood up. Your legs shaky. 

Thoma’s eyes narrowed. “Watch your tongue” his voice cold. 

You swallowed. You understood now better than anyone why so many feared the “fixer”. 

His hold on the washcloth tight. His knuckles whiter than snow. “Go to your room and change. I will wash your nightdress later” he spoke through gritted teeth. 

Your colour drained from your face as you hurried to your room. Your bedroom seemed more like a prison than anything else. 

Tighnari

The forest watcher had always lectured you about various plants and their effects and benefits. At first you thought it was boring, but after awhile you learned to use it to your advantage. Taking herbs from Tighnari’s beloved collection was tricky, but not impossible. You had read through every single book he had on botany. Your plan was bulletproof. 

Tighnari had gently sipped on the cup of tea you had brewed for him while he read through some reposts. He had then fallen limp over the kitchen table. You checked his pulse and breathes out in relief when you felt his pulse against your fingers. You wanted to escape from the obsessed fox, not kill him. 

You rummage through his pocket for his key. The key was heavy in your hand and it was almost a surreal feeling when you twisted it in the lock. The air fresh and welcoming. With a last look at the unconscious man you began your journey. 

The rainforest was tricky to navigate in, but luckily you had stolen both a map and a compass from Tighnari. Yet again you were glad you paid attention to his boring lectures. The sound of branches snapping made you stop in your tracks. The hair on the back of your neck rose. 

“Poisoning me…” his voice echoed through the treetops. “Your audacity is truly something” he sneered. “Look at me when I’m talking to you” his voice nearer. 

You slowly turned around and were met with a angry hazel eyes. His long ears pinned back in anger. His arms folded over his chest. 

“The rainforest is dangerous. Let’s get back” you could see he was holding back his fury. His jaw clenched. He groaned and dragged a hand over his face. “I guess I have no choice…” he sighed as he stalked towards you. 

Quicker thank you could register he had trapped you within his arms. “I will never let you go. I’m just trying to protect you” he whispered against your ear. 

Something pricked your neck. Your eyes widened and darted to Tighnari’s. “It had to be down. Consider it… pay back” he supported your body as you lost consciousness. 

Venti  

The anemo archon was an eerie man. He was all smiles and friendly laughter among the crowd disguised as Venti the bard, but with you he was like a completely different person. Sure he was still easygoing, but his obsession and possession overshadowing anything else. He had told you many times with a playful smirk that he was undoubtedly the weakest archon. You never believed him. You had seen with your very own eyes what he was capable of doing to those he thought was undeserving of your attention, but you had yet to see his full potential. Though you must admit that you rather did not wish to witness that. 

He kept you in the ruins of Stormterror’s lair. He had made the ruin as liveable as possible and even quite cozy. He treated you like royalty and gave you everything except freedom. You thought it was rather stupid considering he was the god of freedom. 

Escaping the ruin was almost completely impossible considering the wind shields that surrounded it and the dragon that acted as a guard. When you finally managed to escape and run over the grassy meadows you were so happy you cried.

Your tears clouded your vision causing you to  become less aware of your surroundings. 

Strong wind slammed against causing you to lose balance. There in front of you were Barbados. He was not in his usual clothing, but rather in a godly outfit. White big wings flapping behind him. His cerulean eyes glowing intensely in the night. He was completely silent, but you felt the anger oozing out from him. 

You were completely frozen to the ground and you were unsure if it was his doing or your fear taking over. You wanted to explain yourself, but your voice failed you completely. 

With a gust of wind you were swept up into his arms. His arms strong and squeezed you flushed against him. His wings flapped silently as he soared through the air. High up in the air you were able to see Mondstadt City and you quickly came to the realisation that you would probably never step a foot inside its gates again. 

Wanderer/Scara

In front off you was a raging man. His eyes wide and filled with fury. His hands held anemo power which he sliced through the merchants that had guided you through the tick rainforest. Wanderer’s hair was slicked back with blood. He delivered the last strike to the merchant before he landed. He slowly turned around to face you. His hands shaking with anger. 

You opened your mouth, but quickly shut your mouth at his raised hand. “Those lowlife who think they can take you away from me” he laughed manically. “How dumb can you be?” Wanderer sneered through laughter. “Because you would never leave me right? After all I have been through? Right?” his eyes crazed as he continued to spew nonsense. “We are destined to be together. It’s my right. How dare they to take that away from me?! I should revive them just so that I could kill them again” his laughter sounded almost forced. 

He wrapped his arms around you. You could feel tears against your neck as he wept. You were astonished by his vulnerability. It almost made you pity him. Just almost. 

He quickly regained his composure and roughly wiped his tears on his sleeve. “Let’s go home…” his voice distant. 

The journey back had been quiet. When you finally arrived back he shoved you inside. His eyes wide and intense. “You have no idea how much I wanna lock you up in a cage right now” he muttered. His porcelain white hand tightly gripping yours. “I will make sure so that you never leave me. I need you. I need you so much it hurts. So don’t ever try and get away.”

Wriothesley

You had long planned your escape from The Fortress of Meropide. Unlike the other inmates you were completely innocent. You had been wrongfully imprisoned on the request of Wriothesley. You had gained the trust of some of you fellow inmates and they promised to help you escape. You had chose the pipe cleaning day as your day of escaping. All went smoothly and exactly as planned. 

The only step left in your plan was descend into the waters that the pipes were connected too and swim out to freedom. After that you had to avoid the detectors, but you were confident in your diving abilities. 

As you were saying your thanks to the kind inmates, the sound of heavy boots against metal echoed in the pipes. In the opening of the pipe were Wriothesley. His imposing figure sending shivers down you spine. 

The metal decorations on his outfit clattering with each step. The handcuffs on his hip catching the light. His icy eyes held an unreadable emotion. “Well well… What might this ruckus be?” he tilted his head and placed his hands on his hips. His tone held a dangerous edge to it. Wriothesley eyes glued onto yours and completely ignoring the others.

A bottomless pit formed in your stomach and you almost threw up. You swallowed the taste of vomit. Your freedom was so close, yes so very far. 

“Are you aware your sentences are going to be so much longer?” his lips curled up into a little smirk. “I thought you were smarter than this” with two steps he reached you. He hooked off his cuffs and cuffed your wrists. “It seems you need a more secure cell… Luckily I know just the one” he leaned closer to your ear “I will make sure you always stick to my side”.

You had never regretted something more than your little escape attempt. The new so called cell was a bedroom connected to the Duke’s living quarters. Your freedom had never been so distant as it was now. 

Xiao

You ran as fast as you could. The landscape blurring together as you navigated through the forest. You had to escape him. Or at least try. Tue bamboo forest was dense and dark. Your human eyes struggled to see clearly. You could hear birds fleeing in the distance. He was close. 

You had ran away when you learned that he had slaughtered the man who had so kindly gifted you sun pork buns. The adepti had let you run first, which surprised you. Even though you didn’t understand why, you were grateful for your head start. 

Suddenly a green black cloud appeared in front off you. You tried to turn in your heel to flow, but was stopped when a hand grabbed your collar. You were momentarily unable to breath. It was only when he loosened his grip that you were able to gasp for air. 

“I don’t understand you mortals. I only do what I have to protect you. I give you everything you need and more” he sounded confused and annoyed. 

“Without me you would not have managed to survive. At all” he spun you around so you could face him. “Did me killing that man hurt you that much? I have killed many of you near acquaintances and you never batted an eye…” his voice trailed off as he was lost in thought. “Could it be that you never realised? Never mind. It doesn’t matter now” he sighed. 

At the thought of him killing your near friends without you knowing made you sob helplessly. He only started at you in confusion. 

He clicked his tongue before he hauled you over his shoulder. “I need to ask Madame Ping for a tea pot it seems…” his voice a frustrated groan. 

Zhongli

You had sought shelter at a kind older couple. You needed to regain your energy before you fled the city. The woman was kind and gladly cooked for you. She completely denied your help. You stayed at their house for two weeks before the older woman knocked at your bedroom door and told you a friend of her husband was coming to visit. 

The atmosphere in the living room was as tense as it could get. In front of you were Zhongli. He was the friend the couple had spoken so warmly about. The brunette was sitting in the sofa besides the woman, one of his legs over the other. His hand elegantly holding a cup of tea. His reptile eyes staring you down intensely. 

You felt like sinking into the floor. Your hands trembling as you took a sip of the tea. The bitter taste doing nothing to soothe your nerves. 

“I don’t know if you are aware, but I and miss [Name] know each other’s very well” his smile sharp. To hear your husband speaking in such manner made your heart beat against your chest. 

You knew it was unwise to go against Morax and his contracts, but you had no choice. He had tricked you into signing the contract that would imprison. Zhongli had terrified you before you knew of his identity as the Geo Archon, but when you found out about his identity you were absolutely petrified. 

Zhongli hummed at a joke the man had told. His golden eyes never leaving yours. His lips twisted up into a grin which revealed his sharp fangs. With the golden light from the sunset outside he looked even more inhuman than ever before. You felt small and utterly helpless before him. You dreaded his punishment that you knew would income when he brought you back. 

After an hour and an half had past Zhongli excused himself. “I must take my leave now. [Name] you should come with” his order clear as day. He smiled to the couple and bowed in courtesy. 

You swallowed and nodded. You thanked the couple for their hospitality and left with Zhongli. 

When you were out of earshot he turned to you. “A broken contract is no laughing matter my dear” his hand gripping yours. “I will make it clear to you when we get back who you belong to” his voice deep and determined. 

Chapter Text

Sethos had been lead into a trap and was surrounded by multiple bandits. The had managed to swipe of his vision when he had tumbled down the hill after he tripped on their snare. His clumsiness was uncharacteristic and he cursed himself for being so reckless. 

One of the bandits, a tall and gruff man with greying hair, slammed his boot against Sethos’ side. The brown haired man coughed and sneered up at the man. Just as the bandit was about to kick him again, a yell could be heard. 

Sethos’ eyes snapped up to the sand dune and were met with the sight of you. You were screaming at the bandits to let you be. In your hand was a crossbow pointed at them ready to shoot. 

They quickly left, no before dealing a final kick at Sethos. Sethos rolled over to his knees and slowly got up. He groaned at the pain. He was going to have nasty bruises. 

“Are you alright?” you were sliding down the dune, your eyes wide and filled with worry. 

You placed the crossbow down on a stone and quickly ran your hands over him checking him for injuries. “Fuck you’re bleeding!” your voice was frantic. You patted your pockets in search of something to use in order stop his nose bleeding.

“I’m fine. Really” he placed his hand over yours as he smiled gently. “Thank you for saving me. I owe you” he winked. 

You stilled in your movements, clearly caught off guard. Your eyes snapped from him and began scanning the ground. You bent down and handed his vision to him. The purple vision sparked in your hold. He paused before he took it. 

“No need to thank me. I’m just glad I didn’t have to use the crossbow. To be honest I have absolutely no idea how to use it. I just found it in a ruin close by and decided to keep it” you smiled sheepishly. Your cheeks pink from embarrassment. 

Sethos’ eyes widened. Archons you were beautiful.  He chuckled at your words. “You are a brave girl” his hand reached out and ruffled your hair. He laughed at your surprised expression. “But promise me to be careful in the future. Okay?” his voice completely serious. 

“Yeah…” you nodded slightly. Confusion written all over over your face. “Well I need to get going. Bye! And take care!” you waved as you walked away. 

“Bye!” Sethos waved back. He watched as your figure got smaller and smaller. His finger tips itched to go after you. Your very presence had him in a trance. As he hooked his vision to his clothing it finally dawned on him. He didn’t know your name. 

Days turned into weeks and he finally finally saw you again. He had taken a trip to Sumeru City and when he entered one of the many cafés he was met with a pleasant surprise. There on to corner, far away from everyone, were you. You were eating a cake and was seemingly lost in thought. Your hair a gently framing your face making you look even more similar to an angle. 

When your eyes met his, he gasped. You were ethereal and he was completely at your mercy. He made his way over to you with quick steps. 

“Hi. We meet again” he smiled. His green eyes crinkled. 

“Hello” you returned his smile. “Nice to meet you again” you motioned to the chair opposite of you. “Sit down.”

He did as you said. The chair scraped against the floor at his eager motion. “Nice to meet you too!” He grinned. “Oh, I never caught your name.”

“[Name]. What about yours?”

“Sethos at your service” he winced playfully. “[Name]” he tasted your name. “What a beautiful name. A beautiful name for a beautiful woman” he grinned. He could say your name a million times and never get sick off it. 

You two talked for hours. He was glad you both shared your similarities. Though he was forever grateful you didn’t share his thirst for adventure. Even though you had indeed saved him, you were still not made for a life of adventure. You had said yourself that you were rather clumsy and you saving him was just a heat of the moment thing. 

Sethos decided to follow you around. You were friendly to everyone you met and that irked him. Your laughter was something only he should be able to hear. Not everyone else. 

Your house was on the outskirts of town and quite lonely. Fear crept through his veins at the thought of someone breaking into your home, so he decided to check your house for any danger.  Your house was cozy and filled to the brim with various fairytale books. Your naivety greatly intrigued him and his need to protect you grew. 

You were out on a shopping trip and Sethos were following close by. He didn’t want to call it stalking as his intentions were good. He was a good guy and he wanted only to protect you. 

You had stopped to chat with a fruit vendor. The vendor was seemingly a good friend of yours, considering your playful banter. Sethos saw red when the vendor’s hand came to rest upon your shoulder. His hands balled up into fists as he plotted on how to quickly and quietly get rid of the man. 

Sethos would continue to follow you as for long as he felt was necessary. You were a fragile thing after all and he needed to keep you safe. His patience was not endless and he soon saw himself sick of lurking in the shadows. 

He paid some bandits to rob you. As they pushed you to the ground and took your beloved bag, Sethos emerged from the shadows and quickly slammed the bandits to the ground. Blood prickled out from their cracked skulls and onto the stone ground. 

You slapped your hands over your mouth as a way to silence your scream. Sethos quickly pulled you into a tight embrace. “Shusssssh…” It’s okay. They can’t hurt you now” he whispered against your ear. He could feel his veins vibrating at your proximity. He burrowed his face shameless into your neck and inhaled deeply. God you smelt divine. “Luckily I was close by. I can’t even imagine what might have happened to you if I weren’t…” he pulled back slightly so he could look at you properly. He stroked your cheek gently. “You are safe now. You are safe with me. Let’s go back to your house. Okay? I will protect you. Maybe you could even move to the desert with me?” he rambled on, not even bothering to see if you heard him through your shock. 

You were finally his.

Chapter Text

Ayato

You ran and ran as fast as your feet could carry you. You needed to get to safety. Both for yourself and for your unborn child. Your bare feet were drumming over the wooden floors. 

The Kamisato estate was like maze. The long hallways seemed never ending. 

When you finally reached the door that led out to one of the gardens, you were filled with relief. You slid the door open and was welcomed by the heavenly sea breeze. Your joy, was however short lived. 

Standing in the garden admiring the purple sunset was Ayato. He turned around and smiled gently. He motioned for you to join him and before you knew it, your feet had brought you by his side. 

“The sky is beautiful tonight, isn’t it?” his eyes turned upward towards the endless sky. 

You followed his gaze. The sky was in fact extremely beautiful. The purple colour the same shade as Ayato’s eyes. 

The man besides you was cunning and as cruel as a snake, but he was undoubtedly the most beautiful man you had ever laid your eyes on. His dark lashes fluttered as his gaze shifted to you. He remained silent for a while, just taking in the sight of you. He often did just that and it made you nervous, since you could never be completely sure as to what exactly ran through his brilliant mind. 

“I’m glad you fell for my little trap. If you hadn’t, I would have to enjoy this sunset all alone. Sunsets are best enjoyed by the side of someone you love, wouldn’t you agree?” his melodic voice coiled around your mind. Enveloping you in a sense of serenity. 

You quickly snapped out of it. “I want to leave” your voice low, but your words clear as day. 

Ayato hummed at your words “Why is that?”

“Because I’m more like a prisoner than your wife” you snapped. 

“A prisoner? What gave you that idea?” he raised a brow. 

“Don’t play stupid Ayato” you sneered. “You’re not letting me leave no matter what. Doesn’t that sound awfully a lot like a prison to you?”

“I’m protecting you and at the same time I’m keeping what’s mine far away from prying eyes. I’m doing you a favour” his smirk completely gone and replaced by a cold glare. 

“I refuse to raise my child with a monster like you!” you screamed, not caring about who could hear you. 

“Don’t think I’ll ever let you leave me. When you said yes to my proposal, you sealed your faith. It’s not my fault you were unable to think about what the future involved” he smirked at your scared expression. “Don’t cry, I mean you no harm. That much should be obvious.”

Dottore

The dining room was decorated in an attempt at making it cozy. The grand chandelier that hung over the dining table casted a warm light over the table, almost making it homely. The plate in front of you was barely touched. You were hungry, but you didn’t have the time to finish your meal. 

You glanced up at the butler who was standing by the door. His eyes was glued to a spot on the far wall and his posture was rigid. 

Your cleaned your mouth with the napkin before your rose from your seat. “I’m finished with my meal. Please tell Dottore when he returns to come to my chambers” you told the maid as she silently cleaned up the dishes. 

She bowed “Yes madam.”

Your heels clicked against the polished wooden floors. You had to quickly change into different shows and more practical clothing. 

You quickly opened the bedroom door and hurried to your huge closet that was the size of a small room. You changed into some thick trousers and warm boots with white fox fur. 

You quickly pulled in your coat and a scarf. You opened the large windows and you peered down. You pulled on your hood and your mittens before you ventured down the ladder you had found in an abandoned closet in a part of the house that was rarely ever used. 

The ladder creaked underneath your weight and you prayed that it would mange to hold you. Both of you.

 You landed into the soft snow and you quickly ran down towards the gates. 

The tall wrought iron gates were impossible to climb, especially if one was pregnant, but you had luckily borrowed the key from one of the butlers. 

You twisted the key and the gates opens with a load groan. You could smell your freedom. 

You locked the gate behind you before you walked down the hill that the house stood tall and proud on top. 

The snow glittered in the moonlight and green-purple aurora danced over your head. The sight was so beautiful you almost wept. 

As you wandered down the hill you got completely lost in the beauty of the winter landscape. You knew it was foolish, but you hadn’t been outside in so long. 

The sound of hoofs snapped you out of your daydreaming. As you raised your gaze you were met with the sight of your husband’s beloved steel grey stallion. The stallion snorted hot air towards you. It looked like a beast at it stood tall in the moonlight. 

On top of the proud animal was Dottore. His gaze sharp and would cause anyone who was on the receiving end of it to tremble. You were no different. 

“What are you doing out here in the cold?” his voice colder than the cold winter wind that ruffled your hair. 

At your silence he only sighed. “You are truly a lost cause. Are you seriously going to cause your unborn child harm in order to escape? You are even more foolish than what I thought” he scoffed as he made the horse circle you. 

You spun around in order to keep an eye on his movements. “What makes you think I want to stay with you? Your arrogance disgusts me!” you sneered. “I refuse to raise my child with a monster like you!” your voice echoed through the treetops that surrounded the hill. 

“Watch your tongue” he spat. 

Your escape attempt had been a complete failure. 

Dottore had reprimanded you for hours when you had been brought back inside. 

You fiddled with your hands in your lap, not wanting to meet his eyes. 

“If I ever catch you trying to escape ever again, there’s going to be dire consequences. You’re not going to accidentally harm my child. Our child. Do I make myself clear?” his tone stern. 

Your eyes fixated on his neatly polished shoes. You nodded and muttered a low “yes”.

He gripped your jaw and forced your head up. “If you disobey me I will have to chain you to the bed and I really want to avoid that. So be a good girl.”

Lyney

The purple cat-like eyes of the magician was narrowed in anger and hurt. He had just caught you as you had sneaked out of the house with bag packed with your clothes and necessities. 

The living room was empty except from the two of you. His younger brother and sister were out on business. 

The record player in the corner by the fireplace was playing the soft tune of a ballet he had taken you to when you first started dating. 

Lyney was sitting in front of you on a red arm chair. He was resting his head on his arms. His gaze faced down as he thought on what to say to you. 

The only thing that separated the two of you was the coffee table. Normally you would have taken you your time to clean it, but not today. Multiple cards were littered across it accompanied with some face flowers. The mess was surprisingly beautiful. 

“I don’t understand how you could do something like that to me” his voice low. “I had it all sorted out. I have talked to Father and she has nothing against your pregnancy and our relationship. In fact she supports it. She knows how important family is after all.”

“But you had to try and ruin it. I really don’t understand” his violet eyes met yours. They were filled with more emotions than what you could possibly make out. 

“Lynette and Freminet even said they can take care of the baby if the two of us have plans or need some time for ourselves. Yes, Freminet is still a teenager, but he’s still fit to look after a child. He often take care of the younger children in The House. And Lynette has always had a soft spot for baby’s” his voice was getting louder. 

“You don’t get it do you, Lyney?” 

“Get what exactly?” his eyes scanned your features for something. 

“You’re a cruel man. You have locked my away just because you think it’s for the best. You haven’t even bothered to even ask me what I want!” your voice was getting louder and louder by each word that left your lips. “I refuse to raise my child with a monster like you!” you stood up form the couch. Your finger pointed at him. “You disgust me.”

His mouth fell open in disbelief. Crystal tears welled up in his eyes and he furiously tried to blink them away. “What?” his voice was weak by hurt. “I’m trying to protect you!  Why don’t you understand?” tears were now falling from eyes as he had fallen to his knees in front of you. 

It was a pity full sight, but he couldn’t care less. “Family is what matter the most to me! And you!  You are a part of my family now and so is our unborn child!” 

You tried to step back, but his hand was tightly gripping your thigh. 

A broken laughter escaped from his lips and a rose to his feet slowly. His eyes crazed as they met yours. “You’re clearly unfit for making your own decisions, but worry not. I will help you. And together we’re going to raise the sweetest little child one could ever dream of.”

His unhinged voice and manner sent chives down your spine and you could feel the imaginary cage that wrapped itself around you. You were trapped between the claws of the beast like cat, with no escape. 

Neuvillette

The entire nation of Fontaine were searching for you. You would be lying if you said you were surprised. The judge could be awfully convincing when he wanted to. 

Since your escape it had been raining non stop. Heavy rain poured down from the sky undisturbed. The rocks on the forgotten path you had chosen were slippery, and you had to be careful. 

In the distance, from the town you had a pasted  hours prior, you could hear the loud voices of the search party they had organised. Hounds barked as they made their way up the mountain. You quickly picked up your pace. 

After an hour or so walking through the rain you finally found a small abandoned cottage. You were filled with relief when you noticed that the door was unlocked. 

It smelled of mould and you felt bad for your unborn, but you had no other choice. The windows were dirty, but intact. You slumped down on the old couch. Your body was aching and you were so tired. 

You did not know how much time had passed when you awoke to the sound of a fist pounding the creaky old front door. You rose to your feet with such fast motion that you knocked your elbow against the wooden armrest of the couch. You hissed in pain and clutched it as you made your way to the hallway. 

You hid behind the door to the bathroom as you peered out the window by the door. You couldn’t see anyone. 

The pounding continued and you were afraid whoever it was would break down the door if this continued. 

“Who is it?” you meekly asked. 

The pounding came to an halt and a gruff voice answered you. “I am from the neighbouring village. We are looking for the Iudex’s wife.”

You were about to answer when the door broke down. A tall and sturdy man with a bear that reached below his collarbones entered. “I apologise miss, but I need to search the cotta-” his voice trailed off when his eyes fell upon you. His eyes widened to a state you were afraid they would roll out. He backed away slightly and shouted over his shoulder “I found her!”

You were about to silence him but it was too late. 

The man who found you brought you out to the little courtyard. Your eyes widened in fear when a pair of pale lavender eyes stared back at you. 

“Wha-what are you doing here?” your voice was shaky with fear. You tried to back away from the tall dragon, but the search party blocked your path of escape. 

“How could I not personally participate in the search of my own wife?” Neuvillette’s voice soft. He turned to the villagers “Please give us some space.”

The villagers nodded and quickly left. 

As you stood all alone with your capture on the overgrown courtyard you couldn’t help, but think about all the choices you had made that had lead you to this. 

“Why did you leave our home?” his deep voice had normally brought you comfort, but now it only brought you fear. 

“Why? Any sane person would escape a madman such as yourself. You have taken everything from me and you still ask for more” you spoke with sudden braveness. 

“I am not taking anything from you. You’re clearly not completely aware at the moment. But worry not, I’ll take care of everything. Just like I always have” his lips twisted up into a gentle smile. 

“Oh really? I don’t believe you. I refuse to raise my child with a monster like you! Why don’t you understand?!” you were suddenly in front of him. Your finger jammed against his broad chest. 

“Your words hold little meaning, my love. It’s my child too, do not forget. I have every right to be apart of its life just as you do. And besides in a matter of time you will have forgotten your… conflicted feelings” his big hand gently wrapped itself around your much smaller one. “I will make you happy. Just you wait” he gently kissed the top of your head. His kiss similar to the gavel he used to seal the fate of the poor souls in the Opera Epiclese. 

Wriothesley

The Fortress of Meropide never got any more welcoming, no matter how much time you had been there. 

You had tried to climb the stairs up to the surface, but Wriothesley had been quick to drag you back down again. 

He had been eerily silent as he led you to his private quarters. 

“This is your fourth escape attempt this two weeks. Are you not getting tired?” he sighed. He was leaning against the kitchen table, his arms folded over his muscular chest. 

“I understand the Fortress is not the best place to raise a kid, but I have bought a house close to the entrance on the surface. I have made the arrangements so that we can rotate where we both stay. I will of course always stay with you in the house. I know it’s not optimal, but it’s the best I can do.”

“It’s not enough” you muttered. 

“We will have to make it work.”

“Why? I didn’t ask to be sent here. I don’t care about you and the Iudex agreement. I didn’t agree to any of this” you raised your voice. 

“There’s many thing in life that I haven’t asked for. You will manage” Wriothesley’s voice was laced with uncharacteristic anger. 

“I will not! I refuse to raise my child with a monster like you!” your loud voice echoed inside the kitchen. 

At your words something in Wriothesley snapped. “A monster you say?” he barked out a laughter. “I have been nothing but kind to you. But if you think that makes me a monster, I wonder what you’ll think of me now” his eyes colder than his vision. 

Wriothesley dragged you inside your bedroom. “You’re not going to leave this room before I say you can. I will use the spare bedroom” he pointed to the bathroom. “If you’re thirsty between meals, you know where to find water.” With that he slammed the door closed. The sound of his key twisting sent a pang through your chest. 

Escape had never seemed so far out of reach as it was now. You found yourself longing for the outside and the smell of the wildflowers that littered the green meadows of Fontaine. Maybe the house Wriothesley had promised you on the surface didn’t sound so bad after all. 

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Zhongli had always seen himself as a reasonable man. Even before he had taken on the name Zhongli. He valued respect and honour. Zhongli had always held a fondness for contracts and their power. He often preferred to negotiate rather than fighting. It was more proper after all. 

It was however in moments like this, his polished appearance faltered and revealed the beast within that had slain many. 

His glowed fingers loosened his tie before he elegantly slipped off his leather gloves. He placed both his tie and his gloves on the mantle on the unlit fireplace. He slowly turned to face the sinner that sat on his newly bought antique armchair. Zhongli’s skin crawled at the sight of that vermin who had made himself extremely comfortable in his beloved chair. 

The man whose name was Haoyu sipped on a cup of pipping hot tea. He showed no care for Zhongli’s possessions and handled the cup with much carelessness. 

Zhongli clenched his fists behind his back. Though a dragon was only one of his many forms, his bloodlust was still ever present. His fanged teeth clenched together as he recalled the days he had used those teeth to tear out his enemies throats. No matter what kind of form Zhongli took, his golden reptile like eyes and his long sharp fangs was something he never managed to conceal. 

He walked over to the chair which was opposite of Haoyu’s. His steps no different from a stalking predator. With elegance he sat down and crossed his legs. He leaned back in his chair as he picked up his own cup of tea. He inhaled the aroma and sighed him delight at the delicious smell. The tea hot and intense as it filled his throat. 

“Do you have any ideas for your brother’s funeral? Or any specific wishes for the ceremony?” he asked the black haired man. 

Haoyu rubbed his goatee while he drummed his fingers on the armrest. “I don’t have any specific wishes. I just want to have him buried as fast as possible. I am a busy man you see” his voice had the same pitch as that of a squealing pig. 

“I see” Zhongli nodded. “As for payment, the director wants to know when you are able to pay” he continued with an almost bored voice. 

“Soon. I just need to make sure my next business deal goes well. So maybe in a week or two. Two is more likely” the bearded man shrugged. 

Zhongli’s golden eyes narrowed before he chuckled. “Director Hu Tao needs the payment before Friday, meaning in three days. I have told you so many times” his smiled forced. The director of the funeral parlour was a remarkable young woman. Her youthfulness made Zhongli almost feel young again and he enjoyed her company. He acted as her counsellor and a kind of guardian. Though the guardian part was something that had happened over time.

 Zhongli’s appearance was youthful and he looked somewhere in his early to mid thirties. Despite that, his wisdom was greater than all of the elderly in the city combined. He knew that Hu Tao suspected that he wasn’t human, but he never addressed it. 

“I don’t think I will be able to” the middle aged man shrugged. He sipped more of his tea and didn’t notice how he spilled some on his shirt. 

The former geo archon’s eyes turned cold. His finger stabbing the inside of his palms. “You will have to find a way. We can’t propound the payment any longer.”

Haoyu sighed. “Don’t be so difficult! I’m sure you’ll be able to do something” he winked his goat like eyes at the brunette. 

Zhongli felt offended at the ugliness that sat in front of him. “No. I am not able to ‘do something’” his voice monotone. If Zhongli wanted to, he would be able to convince Hu Tao to propound the payment, but he did not feel like doing so. 

The man sneered. “Fine” he groaned like the pig he was. He downed the last of his tea and slammed it onto the newly polished mahogany table. 

Zhongli’s eyes twitched at the blatantly rudeness. He took a deep breath before he rose to his feet. “I remember I told you about my collection of tableware. I should give you a tour before you leave” he smiled politely at the irritated man. 

Haoyu’s frown quickly turned into a smile. “Oh I would love that” he stood up and stretched his limbs, nearly knocking down his teacup from the table. 

Zhongli led him to the room where he kept his various collections. Rows upon rows of tea seats filled one of the long walls. Haoyu stopped in front of a delicate purple clay teapot. He lifted it up from its shelf and studied it closely. 

Zhongli closed his eyes in annoyance, but continued to play the part of a good host. He showed him his various treasures and Haoyu was overjoyed by the different riches. 

Zhongli followed Haoyu out to the hallway. “Before you leave, I want to ask you something” his voice polite. 

Haoyu raised an eyebrow. “Alright. Go on.”

Zhongli ignore his rude tone yet again. “I have heard that you are good acquaintances with [Name]” his voice as calm as still water. 

The man smirked at his words. “Yeah, you could say that… She’s quite the looker” he laughed. His fat fingers clasped together. 

Zhongli reminded silent. He’s face similar to his many statues that were scattered over the country. 

At the taller man’s silence, Haoyu raised his brow. “Why are you asking?” 

Zhongli walked towards a painting of a bamboo forest. His back facing Haoyu. “I do not like it when people get their greedy hands on what’s mine. It angers me. And very much so” his voice had a sharp edge to it. 

He turned slowly to face him. “You are a foul man. You lack both tact and elegance” his diamond shaped pupils small in disgust. He stalked towards him with slow steps. 

Haoyu slumped his shoulders at  Zhongli’s fury. He gulped loudly as his back hit the wall.

“You are  not worthy of [Name’s] presence. She has told me countless times that she finds you revolting” his rage cold in his veins as he looked down at the man who had sinned the greatest sin of all. His cold golden gaze flickered down to the man’s hands. The very hands that had touched his beloved. 

“I-I promise to never speak to her or touch her ever again!” Haoyu uttered as he slumped even further together. His legs were shaking in fear. 

His stuttering a clear sign of his cowardice and Zhongli found it humorous how his brutish façade was just only that: a façade. 

The adeptus’ entire body was filled with the want, need, to spill the blood of the man who had crossed him. He flex his hands along his side and felt the welcoming power of geo that flowed through his veins. He raised his hand in a quick motion as he wrapped it around Haoyu’s neck. He slammed his head against his wall, not caring about his expensive wallpaper. 

“All sinners must pay for their sins. You are no different” he spat. Zhongli’s eyes glowed a golden hue which was the main telltale sign of his non-humanity. 

Haoyu desperately tried to defend himself, but the strong hand that held his neck only tightened. The sound of his struggling breath was music to his ears. 

“Be quiet” was all he said before he dropped the man. 

The bearded man quickly crawled towards the front door before Zhongli brought his foot down and kicked him in his ribs. The sound of bones creaking brought a small smile to the former archon’s face. 

Haoyu screamed as snoot and tears streamed down his disgusting face. He loudly prayed to be saved by Rex Lapis. 

Zhongli scoffed before he brought his foot at the nap of Haoyu’s neck. He pressed down, earning a cry from the black haired man. “Take his name out of your filthy mouth” he sneered. 

He manifested his spear and pointed it towards the man who laid in a kneeling position on the floor. The pointed tip, glittering in the light. His polearm had been his trusted  companion throughout many years. 

“Get up” his tone dominating. 

Haoyu scrambled up to his legs and clutched his side in pain. His dark eyes looked up at Zhongli in fear. 

Zhongli raised his spear before he brought it down to Haoyu’s left shoulder. The spear pierced his flesh and made contact with the bone. Red blood splattered on the hardwood floor. Haoyu screamed in pain. 

“AGH! Fuck! HELP! SOMEBODY HELP!” he screamed as he tried to stop the bleeding with his fat hand. 

The brunette laughed at his pitiful cries. “No one will help you. They cannot hear you on the outside” his lips twisted up into a cruel smile. He had used adeptal arts to completely soundproof his home. 

He stalked towards his prey and stopped right in front of him. His polished shoes soaking in blood. He sneered in disgust. 

He rose his empty hand. His finger tips turned into claws which he used to slash through the neck of the sinner in front of him. Haoyu gurgled on his blood as he desperately clutched his throat. His eyes wet as they pleaded to the god in front of him. 

Zhongli brought his bloodied hand before him. Torn skin was attached to his long black claws. He shook his hand and sent the skin flying towards Haoyu. 

With a splat the skin landed on his forehead which resulted in him throwing up. Vomit spewed out from his mouth and the gaping hole in his throat. The sight was disgusting and Zhongli felt even more offended. The smell of vomit reached his strong nose and he crushed his inhuman sense of smell. 

He reattached his claws and sat his spear neatly against the wall behind him. He crouched down to the dying man’s level. His godly eyes scanning his. “You brought this upon yourself” was all he said. 

Long elegant fingers wrapped around Haoyu’s left arm. Zhongli waited till he was sure he was sure he paid attention. He then ripped his arm off with no effort. The tearing sound echoed in the hallway. Blood gushed from the open wound. It was going to be long before he died from blood loss. Zhongli tossed the arm away before he stood up. 

“Stand” he commanded. 

Haoyu struggled like a newborn fawn, but managed to stand. His appearance similar to that of a mangled corpse than a living human. 

Zhongli brought his hand up to his chest. The power of geo poured out from his every pores and onto the man in front of him. 

Slowly, but surely his chest turned into stone. Haoyu screamed as loudly as his damaged vocal cords let him. Zhongli was sure to be slow. It was important for him to feel the pain as long as he could. 

His harsh eyes met the gaping hole in his throat. Tendons clearly visible. His vocal cords looked rather teared as well as his Adam’s apple which was completely damaged. 

“You should apologise for your unkempt appearance” Zhongli had no humanity left in  neither his voice nor eyes. 

He reattached his hand. He made sure to make proper eye contact with Haoyu before he curled his hand into a fist. His fist drove into his face. Before he knew it, his fist had made a complete hole. Haoyu’s body fell limp against the floor. His face completely gone and replaced by a through hole. Brain matter covered the wall and stained his beautiful wallpaper. 

Zhongli scoffed at the mess. He pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and willed his hands. Th white pure fabric quickly turned grimy. 

He was yet again glad for the adeptal art he was the father off. With a snap of his finger the whole hallway was clean. The hardwood floors no longer coated in warm sticky blood and the wallpaper no longer stained. The body was turned into stone which quickly turned into sand. 

He brought a broom and cleaned the sand up. 

He would sprinkle the sand in the garden in Haoyu’s family house.

He sat down on his armchair and breathed out. He was content with his work. The only thing missing was you by his side. He picked up the contract he had written. He would encourage you to write your name on it. Then your fate would be sealed and he would finally be able to sleep peacefully with you by his side. With Haoyu and the others who had been close to you out of the picture, it was only the two of you.

Just as it should be. 

He took a sip of the rich wine and let the the liquid swirl around in his mouth. A soft smile formed on his lips. He had had the adepti make a beautiful red wedding dress with gold embroidered into the silky fabric. You would make a beautiful bride and he would do everything in order to protect you. He would even take his role as an archon again if the situation called for it. 

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• He first notices that you’re not eating well. After days go past and you have barely eaten anything, he sits you down and asks you what’s wrong. Are you doing this on purpose or are you sick?
• When you tell him you’re not feeling well, he instantly gets worried. His logic side says it’s probably only a cold and nothing to worry about, but he still can’t help but to freak out in his head. What if you are really sick? The chances are extremely low, but there is still a small possibility.
• He will tend to your needs as much as he can. He is surprisingly gentle and soft. If you say anything he will just scoffed (he is secretly flustered).
• If you don’t get better he will bring you to a doctor or preferably have Tighnari come and take a look at you.
• Alhaitham will feel extremely relieved when it turns out to just be a common cold.
• He will be extremely strict with you and have you rest as much as you can. When your fever is down he will let you read. 

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• The black haired vampire never seem to get enough riches. Throughout his many years he has collected the finest jewels and the soft silk, but something is missing.
• No matter what he buys, nothing can fill the gaping hole within his soul.
• When he hires you as an assistant he can feel his hole closing. You’re the one. He needs you like humans need air.
• It won’t take long before you find yourself trapped inside the four walls of a lavish bedroom that is perfectly decorated to your tastes. How does he know what you like?
• He dresses you in the finest gowns as he makes sure your every need it tended to (except your need for freedom). As he drinks your sweet blood, he swears that you will never be in any harms way. He will take care of you and love you till the end of time. 

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Alhaitham 

• You’re absolutely terrified of sharks. To the point you try to avoid the sea as much as possible.
  
  
• Which he doesn’t mind as he can use your fear in order to make you stay home.
  
  
• When he needs to go to Port Ormos for a meeting a few days, he has no choice but to take you with him. 
  
  
• You refuse to go at first, but Alhaitham manages to persuade you rather fast (there’s absolutely no way he would let you stay at home when he’s gone). 
  
  
• You stay at your hotel room absolutely terrified and you refuse to go one evening walks with him along the beautiful pier. 
  
  
• Alhaitham understands that you’re afraid, but he cannot let your fear take over your life. He manages to convince you to go on a stroll together with him. As you clutches tightly onto his arm he is filled with a great satisfaction. 
  
  

Childe

• Childe thinks your fear of taxidermy is rather funny. 
  
  
• When you jump when you notice the taxidermy fox in his house in Snezhnaya, he can’t help but to burst out into laughter. 
  
  
• You hit his side angrily as you tell him it’s not funny. 
  
  
• He can however not stop laughing. You’re just way too cute. 
  
  
• If you misbehave aka try to escape, he will pop up behind you with the taxidermy fox and scare the living shit out of you. 
  
  
• He will laugh his ass off at first, but he will comfort you afterwards. He can’t have a terrified little darling can he?

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Albedo

“Look Albedo! He looks just like you!” you pointed at the blond prince in the fairytale book you were reading. The prince had light blond hair and kind blue eyes. He really did look like Albedo. 

The blond man chuckled as he looked at you with a playful smile. “Are you comparing me to a fictional character?” his voice had an amused edge to it. 

“Yeah. I am. But look he’s not only just a fictional character, he’s a prince!” you smiled back at him. 

Albedo’s crystal blue eyes studied the drawing for a few seconds before his gaze returned to you. “Don’t think you can make me let you go through comparing me to a fictional prince. I’m not that easily persuaded. Plus it would be illogical to let you roam the dangerous world alone, love” he stroked your cheek gently before he leaned in to kiss your forehead. 

Tighnari

“All I’m saying is that you look like him, not act like him! I don’t get what the problem is” you tried your best to explain yourself to the irritated fox that sat in front of you. 

His ears were pinned back in irritation and his fingers drummed against the kitchen table. “I’m not a wolf nor am I a werewolf. Are you seriously comparing me to a monster?” his voice akin to a hiss. 

“Well you did abducted me you know…” you mumbled under your breath, which of course the fox hybrid heard. 

“Watch your mouth [Name]. One more word about me looking like a stupid fictional character and your manga privileges gets revoked” he folded his arms over his chest as he glared at you. 

Diluc

“Diluc, you remind me of him” you nodded towards the book that was perched onto your lap. “The knight I mean.”

The red head tilted his head slightly in curiosity. “The knight? Why?” he took a seat beside you and wrapped his arm around you in a one-arm hug. 

“He’s the love interest. He saves a young maiden and her village and in return she marries him. It’s quite a sweet story” you smiled up at him. 

Archons, he never got enough of your pretty smile. “I see. I must say I’m flattered to be compared to a hero, but as you know I’m not the fondest of knights” he chuckled as he kissed the crown of your head. “If you see me as such a nobleman, I suppose it’s only fair I act the part” he smiled to himself. Diluc was surprised how far you have become. All the struggles have finally paid off. 

Neuvillette

“Are the new book to your liking, dear?” Neuvillette asked you as he took a sip of his fine glass filled with the clearest spring water. His eyes were trained on you who were sitting on the sofa opposite of him. 

“Yeah, it’s good so far” your eyes still glued to the cream coloured pages. “However, one of the characters reminds me of you” your beautiful eyes flickered up to meet his. 

“Oh? Which character do I remind you of? And how come?” the white haired man tilted his head in curiosity. 

“You remind me of the dragon. He turned himself into a beautiful man and loved the princess into his tower. He refuses to let her go no matter what and claims he keeps her locked away as a way of protecting her” you looked up at him with a glare. “Don’t you recognise yourself?”

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A second didn’t pass without him thinking of you. His hazel eyes trains on you as you went about your day. You were so effortlessly beautiful. Like a goddess. As the dark haired man snuck in the shadows following you, he couldn’t help but feel a burning hatred whenever you looked at him. He was taller than Kinich with huge muscles and a stupid smile that never left his face. 

The raven haired man hid behind a large stacks of boxes as he watched over you. God knows what could happen to you now that the Abyss were more aggressive than ever. 

His annoying companion popped out of thin air with a whine. “Are you seriously still following her?” the little dragon-like creature asked with amusement. 

Kinich spared him not even a single glance as he continued to let his eyes watch you. 

“Jeez, ya are seriously fucked in the head, aren’t ya?” the little gremlin laughed. “Just face it, she doesn’t like you. Just like everyone else, so why don’t you just trip and die?” Ajaw snickered like the little devil he was. 

“Shut up” Kinich sneered as he looked Ajaw away which resulted in multiple cursers following. 

Of course Kinich knew your heart didn’t belong his, at least not yet. Your eyes were sat on that disgusting fool of a man. It was a pity and made Kinch’s skin crawl. 

Days passed and you continued to see Kinich as only a friend. A friend which you told all your secrets and asked for help with various matters. Normally the young man would be over the moon with being so close to you, but not when you continued to rant about him. 

“Roberto looked at me today. He even smiled! Do you think he likes me Kinich?” you asked him as you looked off in the distance with a longing gaze. 

Oh if only you knew how much he loved you, how his heart fluttered in his chest when you looked at him. When you smiled it was like the Celestia had granted their blessing. Still, he chose to hold his tongue and only hum at your question. “I don’t know. I haven’t talked to him” he answered with a strained voice. As he watched the red flowers that littered the meadow in front of them, he couldn’t help but imagine how Roberto’s blood would look against the lush grass. 

“I want to ask him on a date” you interrupted his trained of thought. “Tomorrow” you turned to look at him with a huge smile. A bale blush dusted your cheeks as you thought about your crush. 

Kinich’s heart quickened at the cute display of your blush. If only he was the one to make you blush. “Oh really?” he mumbled. 

“Yeah. I want it to be perfect though. I am thinking in the field with flowers in the forest near my house. It’s the perfect spot. Really romantic. 

“Indeed. Romantic” the words akin to a sneer. 

The next day the ancient name bearer jumped from tree to tree as he stalked Roberto on his way to hunt. The robust man was busy adjusting his crossbow, completely unaware to his surroundings. Kinich scoffed at his obliviousness and he couldn’t help the smirk that crept upon his lips. 

He leapt down on the grown as silent as a feather as he crawled towards the man. His claymore already in his hand. 

Quicker than a heartbeat he jumped up from the bush and ran towards Roberto. 

Roberto screamed as he picked up his crossbow. Unfortunately for him, the weapon were not loaded and completely useless. 

“What do you want?!” he screamed as he backed away with quick steps. 

The hazel eyed man remained silent as he stalked closer and closer towards him. 

With wide eyes Roberto turned on his heel and ran. 

The case was as thrilling as Kinich had expected. Given his massive body, Roberto was rather slow compared to the shorter man. Stupid too.

It didn’t take long before Roberto had stopped at the end of the cliff. He was trapped between the blood thirsty man and the high fall. Neither he would survive. 

Kinich had become tired of the little hunt so he leaped forward and missed Roberto’s chest by a mere centimetre. Which resulted in Roberto falling to his death with a high pitched scream that suited more a little girl than a 190 cm man. 

Kinich peered over the cliff and down on the stony ground. Roberto’s body was no more than a red mass that looked like spaghetti given how he had landed on multiple sharp rocks. A satisfied smile tugged on Kinich’s lips. 

Now he had to play the role of a comforting friend and hold you in his arms as you sobbed over your deceased crush. His smiled widened uncharacteristically at the thought of you finally being his. 

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Ajaw found the black haired man to be extremely annoying. He rarely showed any signs of hurt by his remarks and he put him in timeout way too often. He was in other words stupid and a sorry excuse of a man. Ajaw could feel himself greying in anger at the thought of his dismissal. You however, were different. You were kind (nauseating so) and you always brought Ajaw tasty snacks (as he deserved naturally). You entertained him in various means, unlike a certain useless man. 

You were the only human Ajaw tolerated. And he made it known to you. For that’s how kind the Almighty Dragonlord was. To both his dismay and his curiosity, he was not the only one who thought highly of you. Oh, far from it. 

Ajaw tried to stay out of human concerns as much as possible (it was after all offensive to his greatness to be a associated with humans), but he found it fascinating how much Kinich cared for you. He would always bring you food if you had forgotten to bring any, put on sunscreen for you (Ajaw found it gross how Kinich’s face reddened at the feel of your skin, he could sometimes swear he could see him wetting his lips like a hungry dog. Disgusting), take you on picnics and buy you gifts. The great dragon never got such nice things from him, even when he had been on his best behaviour. 

When Kinich had managed to persuade you to try bungee jumping with him, Ajaw had for the first time in his life not had the desire to cut the rope and let you fall straight down with a splat. It was a weird feeling. 

Conflict always seemed to rise whenever you were conversing with someone who wasn’t Ajaw nor Kinich. Ajaw was only offended that you speared another human your time instead of bringing him snacks, but Kinich was seething. His jaw was clenched so hard Ajaw could almost hear his teeth breaking in half. His fist tight causing the veins on his arms to stand out like a sore thumb. He clearly always intimidated the stranger enough that he or she left in a hurry. Had Ajaw not been as strong and amazing as he was, he would himself have been frightened. 

Your naivety and kindness was something that clearly troubled his servant. He always worried about you and always came up with poor excuses to see you (be it meeting you or watching from the shadows). Normally would Ajaw not help him, no he would rather have sabotaged him, but since it was you he lend him his hand. You were clearly rather weak compared to the raven haired man and himself. Shorter than Kinich and not a fighter. Which was something the hazel eyed man seemed to appreciate. 

Following you around became an everyday occurrence and Ajaw for once helped Kinich. When Kinich asked him for his help to orchestra a dangerous situation where he would come in and save the day, he didn’t think twice before agreeing. 

He still wanted his body, but it was no longer his main focus. It was a strange shift in his behaviour, but not unwelcome. It was nice to have a friend after all. 

Months had passed and both him and Kinich had gotten closer to you. It was clear as day to Ajaw that the ancient name bearer was head over heels. Especially when he caught him sniffing some clothes he had stolen from you. Ajaw never let that go and tormented him with it whenever he saw fit. 

It was a lazy sunny afternoon when Kinich came barging into their home. His eyes were blown wide in rage and his limbs shaking. Ajaw was an expert in recognising blood thirst and Kinich oozed of it. 

“The fuck are you barging in for, you useless fool?!” the dragon trumped his foot angrily on the air. 

“Shut up, Ajaw. I need your help.”

“Don’t talk to the Almighty Dragonlord like that!! I should teach you a lesson! And why on earth should I help you?” he crossed his arms and raised a brow. 

“It’s regarding [Name]” he didn’t need to say more for Ajaw to agree to help.

The forest was thick and dark. Mist covered the ground as far as they could see. Kinich had swung his claymore without his help and already ended the puny man’s life. That was he got for being a treat to your well being he had said. Ajaw had to agree. 

Kinich dragged the body through the forest creating a bloody trail behind them. The metallic scent hung heavy in the air causing Ajaw to bare his teeth. Such an awful smell. 

The man was as useless in death as he was alive. Heavy he was too, judging by the laboured breathing of the normally strong man. 

The body was thrown on a makeshift table of old wooden planks. Thin fingers ran over the many knifes and cleavers in the worn knife roll. It was obvious to the yellow dragon that this wasn’t the first time Kinich had dismembered someone. It was a mystery just how many he had slain in the name of protecting you.

With a giddy smile, Ajaw watched as he lifted the sharp cleaver and started working. The bald easily cut through the flesh. With furrowed brows he worked around the bones with the precision of the most talented butcher. It was an eerie sight; the black haired drenched in blood. 

After about an hour or so, he was finished. “Do you know of a good place to dispose of this?” he asked the dragon. 

He watched through his sunglasses of your struggle. It was fascinating how you thought you could overpower the taller man in your drugged state. Kinich was clearly irritated which made the sight even more entertaining. It had been so fast. Before you know it you were drugged by the juice Kinich had so kindly offered you and brought home to the two of them. Not that Ajaw was on to complain. He found your company enjoyable and he even cared for you. 

He couldn’t wait to see how this would unfold. What would happen first? Would you accept your fate or would Kinich finally, properly snap? 

Only time would tell. 

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Kaveh had lately spent more time in your garden than he normally would. It had been two months since you and him had moved in a house together in the outskirts of the city. The house was big and beautiful. It was clear to anyone that Kaveh had been the one to design it. His love for you evident in every corner of the beautifully designed house. It had a spacious garden with multiple flowerbeds. In the far right corner stood a hammock decorated with the softest pillows. You had only lived there for a month, but you had never felt more home. 

You were lounging in the hammock with a book when Kaveh entered the garden through the kitchen door. He waved you hello before he moved towards the flowerbed with determination in each step. He slung the sack of soil from his shoulder and drizzled the dark soil around the stems of the flowers. It had surprised you how green fingered he was. He had asked Tighnari for advice on how to tend to plants before you moved. The forest ranger had given him a detailed lesson and Kaveh had followed each instruction perfectly and surprised the fox. 

The one of the first thing the architect had done when you settled in in your new home, was to tend to the flowerbeds. He had worked day and night in order to plant flowers that fitted the beautiful home he had built. It touched your heartstrings to see how focused he was in his new task. 

Everyday he was out in the garden tending to the flowers. They quickly bloomed into beautiful flowers with gorgeous colours. The looked like they were straight from the fairytale books you used to read when you were a child. As the ever perfectionist, he never seemed to be quite happy with the results. He always found a way to improve them. 

“Are you going out so late?” you asked him as you did the dishes. 

He smiled as he kissed your cheek. “I have found some new soil I think will do wonders. It would be better to do it now than wait for tomorrow. I might forget it.”

“But aren’t you meeting your client tomorrow?” you tilted your head as you put the plate you had in your hand down on the counter. 

“It won’t take long. I will join you in bed soon. Okay?” he kissed you once more, this time on your lips. 

You slipped under your covers and closed your eyes. You were tired after waking up early in order to go into the city to meet your friend. It had been fun and you had greatly enjoyed talking with her again.

Your eyelids fell heavy and you felt sleep creeping closer.

You drifted off into dreamland where you dreamed of blond locks and soft kisses. However you visit to the dreamland was cut short when you heard a loud thud coming from outside. You looked to your side and noticed the empty bed. You sighed as you put on your robe and slippers and ventured downstairs. 

Outside it was dark. Your eyes took some time to adjust to the darkness. You let the garden door slightly ajar so that you could use the little light from the inside as a guide. 

You raked your eyes over the garden till they landed on a silhouette. You took few steps closer as you took in the sight before you. Kaveh’s hair looked disheveled. His hair clips were crocked and had almost fallen out. 

He was crutching besides one of the flower beds. To his left was a bag which seemed heavy given the way he dragged it. When you narrowed your eyes you could see he was wearing long gloves and an apron. 

A breeze swooshed through the garden making you noticing the thick smell that hung in the night air. It smelled like iron. 

In his hand was something that looked akin to a butcher knife. He raised the blade over his head and brought it down with force. You could hear what sounded like bones cracking followed with slick sounds. 

He placed with carefully precision what he had cut up in the soil that surrounded the colourful flowers. He wiped his cloves on his apron before he rose to his feet. 

You watched him with big eyes silently. Goosebumps formed on your arms as cold sweat ran town your back. 

“Kaveh?” your voice was meek, yet it sounded so loud in your head. Your heartbeat filled your ears in a buzz which reminded you of the bees that were so found of the flowers your husband grew. 

Kaveh stilled in his movements before he slowly turned his head halfway. You back was stiff and straight and his red eye staring at you in the corner of his eye. “What are you doing out here so late?” his voice was devoid of any emotion and sounded alien. If you didn’t knew better, you would have thought it was a demonic monster that wore the skin of your dear husband, but you knew better. You could recognise his soft golden hair, that was now coated in something red, and his silhouette everywhere. 

You gulped as he slowly turned around fully. His face was speckled with crimson and his black leather apron sticky. His red eyes found yours in an instant and you felt the need to run and hide from his unnerving stare. 

“What are you doing Kaveh?” you were shaking. Your palms sweaty. 

His lips turned up in a smile that looked out of place. “I’m just tending to the flowers, darling. I have this new fertiliser you see” his face cast in the darkness, making his smile appear like the jaws of the wild hounds you had encountered on one of your walks. 

“Fertiliser…?” you gulped. Your feet was frozen into the ground. “Why do you need to do this so late? Can’t it wait? You said you would be quick, but I have waited for some time for you to join me in the bed” crystal pearls of swat prickled down your brows and down the corner inner of your eye near the bridge if your nose. 

“Tighnari said it’s best to fertilise when the sun is down” his smile remained on his face. He blinked slightly, making him seem like something not human given how wide his eyes were. 

You swallowed the large lump in your throat. “I see…” your eyes didn’t leave his lest you would see the red liquid that dipped from his cloves and onto the lush grass. 

“I should head back inside. It’s getting late… I have to weak up early in order to go shopping with Sasha” you forced a smile. 

The blonde haired man’s smile fell upon hearing the name of your friend. “Really?” he tilted his head. “I see then…” he smiled returned this time the edge to it was sharper. 

You nodded. “Yeah…” 

As you was about to move to go insane the wind took ahold of the garden door and flung it open, resulting the light from inside to soak the grass in its warm light. As your eyes fell in the ground besides him and the contents of the black bag, you could feel bile rising up in your throat. Your hand slapped over your mouth as you stared in horror. Still you couldn’t help the scream that left your strained lips. 

There on the ground was the remains of a human body. It was cut up like a butchered pig into small pieces. It was still fresh given the red colour of the flesh. 

Your eyes snapped to Kaveh who was coated in crimson. His hair slick with blood and his white shirt stained. His eyes were so wide you thought the would swallow you whole in their endless sea of red. 

Your knees gave out and you sunk to your knees. “What have you done…?” you whispered between sobs. Your vision was blurry given your tears that streamed down your face like the waterfall you and Kaveh often had picnics beside. 

“I have only pulled out weeds as you say it. You shouldn’t be tainted by the brutality and cruelty this word exist of. You deserve to be pure and happy” his lips curled up into a gentle smile that reflected the love he held for you. “Oh, you have no idea how much I love you. I am doing this for you, my flower” his wide eyes crinkled up. 

With two long strides he was besides you. He crutched down and embraced you. He didn’t care about you getting soaked in the blood that coated his apron as he pushed your head into the croak if his long neck. His arms caged you in as he rested his head on yours. He hummed into your hair. 

“You should get some sleep my dearest” his deep voice reverberating through his chest. 

You felt like you were drowning through your tears. Your tear soaked eyes fell on a tuft of bronze hair and you almost threw up. Your cries got louder as you wept over the death of your best friend. If Kaveh knew you had spotted Sasha’s hair, he didn’t say anything. 

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The Captain was a righteous man. It was a well known fact. He was tall, way above 190 cm and he was as muscular as a god. He had an aura that made one cower before him, even if you didn’t know about his identity as the 1st Harbinger. His love for you was passionate and over consuming. He sat you above all others and he had told you time after time that he would burn down Teyvat for you. It was no secret that Capitano had shed blood for you. Both his own and the blood of others. He never told you, but you had gotten the glance of blood speckles on his clothing after some had sent you a dirty look and you had overheard his lackeys disposing of what remained of a unfortunate man who had bumped into you. 

Capitano was a strange man, but there was no doubt about his love for you. 

At night he caged you in an gentle, but firm embrace. His strong arms wrapping around you and keeping you close. At first you had resisted, in fear of what he might do to you, but you caved in when you realised he didn’t mean you any harm. 

Capitano was no stupid man, quite on the contrary. He knew about the dangers of the world and wanted nothing more than to shield you from said dangers. 

The snow storm had lasted for days, almost a week. The wind hammered against the roof and the snow clouded the sky in an endless stream of white. The old hearth was lit and the flames beckoning you closer. You reached out your hands in an attempt to warm them. The flames were bright and looked like a living breathing being. 

The polished floor creaked making his presence known. Your eyes remained focused on the fire rather than his imposing figure. His movements stilled and you knew he was waiting for you to say something. 

“You are home” you could almost see your breath in the cold air despite the fire before you. 

A low hum could be heard from behind you. A heavy fur trimmed coat was laid around your shoulders in an attempt to stop the shivering of your limbs that you hadn’t been aware of. 

“We finished early” the black haired captain replied. His hand stayed on your shoulder. “Are there any special reasons as to why it is so terrible cold in here?” 

“The heater broke and the firewood was wet” your eyes were still staring into the flames.

The hand on your shoulder moved its thumb in an comforting manner. “Why didn’t you ask the servants to help you?” 

“I don’t mind the cold…” your voice low. The truth was that the temperature inside the grand mansion was one of the few things you could control in your life. It was rather childish, but you couldn’t care less. 

“I see…” he sighed. The thumb came to a halt. “There is something I have been wanting to discuss with you.”

The Captain often gave you the illusion that you had something to say in the matter of discussion, but it was only that, an illusion. What he said was final. That much you knew. 

“Oh. Go on” your voice was devoid of any emotion as your mind raced through all the possibilities of what he wanted to discuss with you. 

“I’m going to Natlan in the search of the gnosis” his hand left your shoulder. “And I want you to come with” his words were filled with authority. 

You swallowed as your eyes widened. Natlan… You had never set foot outside of your homeland. And now he wanted you to come with him to Natlan? You almost wanted to laugh. This was really the last thing you had expected to hear from the rigid man. 

You turned around to face him. His beloved helmet was nowhere to be seen. What met you were his dark midnight blue eyes that reminded you of the deep Snezhnayan waters that you could see from your bedroom window. His eyes were deep and you felt like you could drown in the endless blues. His star-like pupils stared right back at you with a whirlwind of emotions you could only hope to place. 

A scar ran down one of his eyes and you wondered how he had managed to escape with his eye intact. Multiple other scars littered his skin, but the most noticeable save form the one over his eyes, were the one straight over his nose. It had faded to a white colour, but you could imagine it must have looked quite bad when he first got it. 

Due to his Khaenri'an blood, his skin was filled with blue veins accompanied with black lines that ran through the entirety of his body. His mouth looked rather normal, but when he smiled or sneered it stretched a little too far for a normal human being. Behind his pale lips were sharp teeth that belonged more in the jaws of a hound, rather than a man. His tongue was long, but he rarely made it known. 

Despite the curse he suffered from, he was an undeniable handsome man. His beauty was something that greatly unnerved you as he seemed almost like a beast that made itself appear human in order to come closer to its prey. He was unsettling with his imposing height and muscles, yet you found it hard to tear your eyes from his own. 

“Do I have a choice?” your voice were meek despite your effort at sounding indifferent. 

He huffed and the corner of his lips turned slightly downward as his dark eyebrows furrowed. “No” Capitano’s voice was soft as if he tried to calm you down. It came as no surprise that he had long sensed your inner turmoil. 

His large hands cupped your face gently. His thumbs stroking your cheekbones. He stared at you for a while before he pulled you into an embrace. His strong arms caging you in as your face was pressed against his muscular chest. His hand stroked your back and you found yourself getting calmer. 

“I think a change of scenery will do you good” the bit that he was incapable of departing from you for a long period of time was left unsaid, yet the words hung heavy in the air. Suddenly the living room felt as hot as the steps of Natlan. 

His hand traveled up to your head were it intertwined with your soft locks. His head came down slightly as he inhaled your scent in a rather desperate motion that seemed unfit for the 1st Harbinger. 

“Jeg elsker deg [Name]” the words that left his lips were in the national language of his homeland. Though you didn’t know the language, you understood all too well what those words meant. 

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The dark haired man’s house was silent as it basked in the tranquility of the soft autumn rain. You sat in the living room by the windows that overlooked the vegetable garden he held so dearly. A bowl of vegetable soup that he had made sat beside you on the table. Steam rose from the warm liquid. You sighed as you inhale. It smelled heavenly, but you were sadly not hungry. 

The chair scraped against the floor as Ororon took a seat opposite of you. His mismatched eyes flickered down to your untouched bowl and up to your eyes. His lips putted slightly as he sighed. 

“You need to eat” he let his long fingers drum against the table in a steady rhythm. 

“I’m not hungry” you forced a sheepish smile. 

His eyes remained fixated on yours. “Still, you should eat a little.”

You nodded “Yeah”. You brought the spoon to your lips. The soup was rich in taste, but it wasn’t too spicy. The vegetables were fresh and tasty and you found yourself humming in delight. “It’s very good” you smiled at the blue haired man. 

His lips pulled back in a smile. “Thank you. This batch was exceptionally good. It’s all thanks to you” his hand retched over the table and wrapped around your free hand. His skin was pleasantly warm and soft. 

It was with moments like this, that you found yourself not minding that the eccentric man had stripped you of your freedom and whisked you away to his cozy cottage. He had his oddities and even though his obsession with you could be rather unnerving at times, you knew his heart was of gold. 

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Albedo

The unforgiving wind of the icy mountain howled against the treetops. The fireplace was lit given you much needed warmth. It had been 2 months since you had moved up into the cozy cabin high up in the mountain with the famed researcher. 

His hand scissored skilfully into your cunt before his tongue joined them. The cold left you quickly as his tongue dove in deeper into your fluttering cunt. 

You were glad you had taken upon the offer of the blond haired man and followed him up to Dragonspine. Here you had been happier than ever before and you believed him when he said that others would just do you harm. 

Alhaitham

The scribe was a calculated and well composed man. So who would have thought he would lose his composure so easily when it came to you? Your presence was enough to make his seemingly cold manners crack and turn into poorly hidden admiration. Alhaitham did anything he could to keep you as shielded from the outside world as possible. 

His muscular arms kept your legs open as he devoured you with uncharacteristic vigour. He sneered like a starved animal as he left mark after mark on your thighs. A guttural sneered left his lips as he dove his face further into the warmth of your cunt. You cooed at him lovingly as shivers of pleasure ran through your body. 

Ayato

Ayato had always had his way with words. He had always had the upper hand no matter the circumstances. He was a beautiful man and he reminded you of a siren. His lilac eyes enchanted you to no extent. His touches intoxicating, leaving you wanting more. He was a dangerous man, that much you knew, but it didn’t stop you for seeking him out time after time. He was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, but he loved you, oh so much and he kept you safe. 

His bed was soft as and comforting. The doors open and welcoming in the breeze from the sea. The moon was high and clouds covered some of its white body. 

The pale blue haired man was busy with burying his face between your legs were he ate you out with precision. His eyes never leaving yours as he showed you what it meant being the wife of the head of the Yashiro Commission. You found yourself melting in his touches and any thought about your parents disappeared without a trace. The smug smirk of the ethereal man was out of your understanding as you lost yourself to pleasure. 

Baizhu

The Bubu Pharmacy was empty save from the two of you. The lights were dimmed and the window closed to keep the cold autumn night air out. Candles were lit to give you some much needed light. Baizhu’s trusted companion, the snake that often accompanied him, was in another room far away. 

Orange reptile like eyes gazed down on you gently as he moved slowly down your body and to where you wanted him the most. His light touches teasing and making you hunger for more. 

He parted your thighs skilfully as he kissed up your slit before he entered your hole with his tongue. The very same tongue which had driven your family and loved ones away with elegantly spun lies and well hidden treats. 

Now the only thing you needed was him and his gentle, loving touches. 

Capitano

The 1st Harbinger was a big and righteous man. He was stronger than any human that walked the earth and he never broke his word. He had first intimidated you with his size (and he still did at times), but you learned that underneath his helmet was a charming man. His charm was difficult to pinpoint as it was different from most, but it had greatly intrigued you. 

His large hands held your legs firmly as they rested in his shoulders. He was kneeling at the foot of the bed with his head buried in your soaking cunt. His helmet was carefully placed on the dresser. Capitano’s long black hair fell against his shoulders as he lapped up your juices. His dark midnight blue eyes stared up at you, making you shiver under their intensity. 

“You are so beautiful [Name]” his voice a groan. 

You let yourself get lost in the pleasure and you couldn’t care less about the havoc he had caused when a rowdy man had accidentally bumped into you. 

Childe

Blood were still coating the ginger strands of the warrior who had you pressed down on his face. The first thing he had demanded when he got home from yet another business trip, was for you to sit on his face. Who were you to deny your husband?

His grip on you were as intense as the rest of the man. His blue eyes were shut in bliss as he ate you out like it was his last meal. And if he had the choice he would die happily between your thighs as he told you at every given moment. 

You didn’t last long with that damned tongue of his and before you knew it, you were clutching the headboard for much needed support. Instead of letting you get off, he simply glanced up at you with big eyes full of love and utter devotion. 

As he continued to stare, it became obvious of who the blood in his hair belonged to. 

Cyno

The white haired Mahamatra had his gazed locked onto your weeping cunt. His calloused hands ran down your sides till they got hold of your hips. His tongue plunged into you like a starved man and drove moan after moan out of you. He had finally managed to convince you to stay at home in his fine house as he would take care off you. Given his mannerism you could tell he was greatly pleased with himself. 

His skill full tongue drove you quickly to your climax and you intertwined your hand in his white locks as he licked up your sweet release. 

His red eyes looked up at you lovingly as he continued his previous pace. You were in for a long night. 

Dainsleif 

Blond hair tickled the sensitive skin of the inside of your thighs. The Khaenri'an’s hands were digging into the flesh of your skin as he lapped at your sweet juices. Dain had told you time after time that you were the only person that relived him of the pain that was caused of the curse that was cast upon him. As following he never let you leave him. You had long since learned that the soothing effect you had on his curse was only a tiny tiny fraction as to why he never let you leave his sight. 

His groans and your soft moans were echoing through the empty halls of the ruin. The blond man drove his tongue deeper and you felt you were close. You chest heaved up and down in a rapid motion as you tried to calm down form your release. 

Cerulean eyes stared up at you with devotion one normally only found in a worshipper of a god. How ironic. Words feel from his mouth which you had no means to understand, yet you felt the meaning through his unrelenting gaze. “Jeg elsker deg, jeg elsker deg, jeg elsker deg, min kjære [Name].”

Diluc

The soft glow of the fireplace warm against your naked skin. The light from the fire lighting up the muscular chest of the redhead that leaned over you. His lips locked against yours in a passionate kiss. Your tongues danced in a seductive tango which made you ache with need between your legs. Diluc hummed as he noticed your thighs pressing together. 

With his head between your thighs he worked you closer and closer towards or orgasm. His movements passionate and filled with love. You ran your hair through his red locks. You were truly happy in the arms of the man who loved you more than life itself. You ignored the words of others. So what is he was overprotective and so what is he didn’t want strangers talking to you? He was only trying to protect you. 

Dottore

The Doctor was a talented man when it came to the art of intimacy. It was a rather shocking discovery at first, but you was happy he had showed you his ways in the bedroom.

The threat of being imprisoned forever within the walls is his lavish manor hang low over your head like a guillotine. Despite that you couldn’t care less. Not when he was nestled between your legs and lapped at your cunt with such gentleness and love you almost wept. To awaken such emotions within the second Harbinger was a defeat in itself, one which you treasured greatly. 

His groans synchronised with your moans in a symphony of love and lust. It made you curious for the future and uneasy for what he had done to your loved ones. 

Gorou

The life of a general was busy and dangerous. His days existed of leading battles and giving out orders. So it was only natural he was extremely touch starved when he returned from war and to you. 

When you greeted him in the hallway of their cozy home he almost leaped into your arms. You hugged him tightly, glad he wasn’t hurt. He buried his face in the crotch of your neck. “Oh how I have missed you” his voice a whisper. 

Pale hands gripped your thighs in a tight grip. Blunt nails digging into your skin. Your hands held onto the headboard with enough strength so you wouldn’t collapse on the man underneath you. His tongue drilled fast and deep into your drenched cunt. He was eating you out like a wild dog. Your every nerves was haywire. 

Your breath hitched as Gorou drove you faster and faster to your climax. The brown haired man beneath you muttered chants of “I love you” against your clit over and over again. He had promised you when you pulled you onto the bed that he would never ever leave you again, and judging by his intense look you believed him. 

Heizou

Slim fingers ran down your thighs leaving goosebumps in their wake. Dark red hair brushed against your nose. Light green eyes gazed into your eyes with lust and love. Your lips locked in a soft kiss. He tasted sweet like cherries. Your lips pulled apart and you could feel him smirking. 

“You have no idea how much I love you, need you” his sensual voice whispered against your lips. He gave you one last deep kiss before he lowered his head down and kissed trails down to where you needed him the most. 

You kissed your inner thigh till he reached your sweet cunt. He kissed it once, twice, before he gave it a good lick. You moaned at his moment. 

He snickered teasingly as he pushed his tongue inside your spongy walls. He moaned loudly at your taste. 

“Archons, you tasted heavenly” he sighed in between licks. His thumb found your clit which he stroked and rubbed skilfully. 

You could feel the knot in your lower abdomen getting closer and closer to snapping. Before you knew it you came all over the beautiful face of the man between your thighs. 

In your blissful trance you were completely unaware of the documents on his nightstand that read the reports of your future disappearance. 

Itto

The horns of the oni was hard and cool underneath your hold. As you rubbed the base the large oni groaned in pleasure. He had you on his face in a tight hold as he ravaged your cunt with such hunger only an oni could posses. As his tongue swirled over your clit in a slow harsh manner, your dread upon seeing him tear the men who had backed you in an alley, in half slowly disappeared. 

Your chest heaved as you tightened your hold on his horn which egged him on further. His movements speed up and it didn’t take long before you saw stars. You slumped forwards, but his strong large hands kept you upright. 

“I love you so, so much” he murmured against your thigh. 

Kaeya

The blue haired captain had without no doubt murdered the annoying tavern patrons in cold blood. Despite that, you felt safe in his arms as he pleasured your cunt with his slivered tongue. His lone eye glanced up at you with a hooded lid which sent a warm jolt down in your cunt. 

He was as skilled with his tongue when it came to pleasuring you as he was at whispering you lies that fuelled your dependence on him. 

He held you in a tight embrace as you came down form your high. His honeyed voice whisper sweet nothings into your ears and you felt safe in his arms. 

Kaveh

Blond locks tickled your thighs as the architect lapped at your cunt. He had been extremely stressed and panicked when he came home to your shared home. He had admitted that he was afraid of someone better coming to whisk you away. You were the only thing that kept him sane. You had stroked his hair reassuringly and told him you would never leave him. Before you both knew it you had ended up in to sofa, with him nestled between your thighs. 

You pulled at his soft locks which earned you a grown which reverberated against your cunt. You threw your head back against the cushion. Kaveh had always put your pleasure before his and he had always had a talented for making you feel better than anyone else could. 

With a swirl of your clit and thorough the lapping of his wet muscle you came so heard you saw stars. You thought that he must be a gift sent by the gods beyond the sky as he licked up your excessive juices with loud moans. 

He leaned over you as he started lovingly into your eyes. “You are never allowed to leave me, ever” he kissed you passionately. His grip on your shoulders was hard as if he was afraid you would run away. 

Kazuha

The white haired samurai had always intrigued you. He was a wise man with a connection to nature you could only hope to fully understand. He was so so kind and gentle towards you, yet you had just witnessed him slashing down a group of drunken sailors who had gotten a little too friendly with you. His snowy haired had been stained red as he pulled you into a tight embrace, relived you were okay. You were shaken up by the sight you had just seen before you and he had kissed your face as he had whispered reassuring words. Every word he utters from his pale lips felt like a warm blanket. They always seemed to calm you.

You had helped him wash his hair and as his hair grew more and more white, his desire for you became more and more visible. You had pulled him into a kiss with led to you being laid out on the soft sheepskin rug in the middle of the bathroom. 

His tongue wasn’t only good at uttering poetic words, but it was also extremely skilled in the art of pleasure. He ate you out gentle and sensual with his hands gripping your thighs. Every time the started close do to you being so lost in please, he pushed them open firmly. His red eyes held your gaze through the many orgasms he drew out of you. You had now completely forgotten all about the sounds of Kazuha’s katana slashing through the throats of the sailors. 

Kinich

The ancient name bearer was a honest man. He believed in getting straight to the point and he rarely kept secrets. Hence why he told you quite early on after he had realised his feelings, what he felt for you. You had been foolish in believing it was just a normal crush and not an endless abyss of love and obsession which had scared his little dragon companion. 

You had invited the hazel eyed young man into your home, without knowing that day would be your last day of freedom. After his visited, he would bring you home with him. 

You laid spread out onto your bed with the drakes haired man planted between your legs. His tongue hungrily ate you out and he swallowed as much slick he possible could. You whispered a soft “I love you” which made him completely lose his composure. 

Lyney

White doves, flashy card tricks and well thought out magic performances became a part of your daily life after you accepted Lyney’s love. His feline eyes never left your form and his hand was always near you. He sneered passive aggressive threats at everyone who dared getting close to you. It had starting to get exhausting calming down your possessive lover. Luckily you had come up with a solution. 

Burying his head into your cunt had surprisingly calming effects on the magician. He moaned at your sweet taste as his pale lilac eyes fell shut. His tongue was as talented as his fingers and brought you to orgasm after orgasm. You had started to wonder if he actually possessed magical powers after he brought you to your fourth orgasm that night. 

Unbeknownst to you, was that the cunning magician had purposely lashed out more than normal at the travelling market you two had visited in order to be granted access between your legs. It was a grand feast for him and a pleasurable act for you, so it was a win win for both parties, wouldn’t you agree?

Neuvillette

The dragon had laid you down on the plush bed. Your skin flat against the silk sheets. His hold on you were gentle, but possessive. Despite his perfectly crafted façade he was only a dragon, and dragons did not ever want to share their treasures. Seeing you surrounded by so many who wanted to congratulate you on your marriage shouldn’t have bothered him, but it did. He had clenched his jaw and dragged you upstairs to his private quarters. 

His tongue was skilled and held an authority which made you blush. His pale fingers joined his tongue and brought you to a pleasure you knew you would never find with another man. You let yourself lose control of your body and gave your entire being to the awaiting dragon. 

Ororon

The dark haired man was a desperate man. He clung to you as if you were his lifeline and for all you knew, maybe you were. His mismatched eyes held an obsession that ran deeper than the well that was outside his home.

He kissed your lower lips sloppily, but with such passion the poets of Mondstadt could never hope to achieve. He whimpered at the sweet taste of you and his kisses deepened. His lips parted from your sweet cunt and shifted to your inner thigh were he sunk his fangs into. You hissed as he sucked a purple hickey onto your sensitive. 

“I should mark you up so no one gets any funny ideas about who you belong to” his sweet voice drowning out any other thoughts and filling them all with him. 

Pantalone

Ringed fingers stroked the inside of your thighs as the dark haired Harbinger held your thighs. His pretty lips curled up into a smile that made your cheeks redden. He laughed at your embraced  appearance. “Aren’t you the sweetest?” he purred as he kissed the inner of your thighs slowly, teasingly. 

When his lips finally reached you were you wanted it the most you couldn’t help the small sounds that escaped your lips. The sounds only pushed him further on as he quickly and suddenly plunged his tongue deep inside. He moved his tongue skilfully as one of his hands found your clit which he rubbed gently. 

The ring on your finger which symbolised the eternal binding  you had to him felt like a part of you as he came undone on the silver tongue of the banker. It was as if your distaste of the marriage had never happened at all.

Pierro

The director of the Harbingers was a cold and collected man, but when it came to you he was different. The coldness thawed and was replaced with a warmth that lulled your senses. His large hands moved in precision that came with the many years he had lived. The marriage he had forced upon you didn’t seem as bad as you laid in the bed of his elegantly decorated bedroom with relics he had collected throughout the years. 

His right hand held onto your thigh as the other held onto your and. Your hands intertwined. On of your legs were popped up on his shoulder as his tongue worked inside your tight hole. He was rather quiet save for a few grunt here and there, but it was obvious he enjoyed himself greatly. 

As you came you tightened your hold on his hand and he kissed your thigh gently in a sign of his undying love. 

Sethos

The tent was cramped, but with a miracle he had made it cozy. Blankets were covering the ground followed by pillows. Sethos was pressed between your thighs as he worshipped your cunt like it was an ancient goddess. His wild locks had fallen down his shoulders and framed his beautiful face. His gemstone like eyes found yours as he continued to please you with his tongue. 

You could tell he was relieved to find you unharmed after the encounter with the bandits. You hadn’t dared to ask what he did to them afterwards, but you decided it was best to ignore it. You knew he would never hurt you, but you couldn’t help but feel bad for the bandits that had the misfortune to encounter the clever young man. 

Thoma

The blond housekeeper had always been so very gentle and careful when it came to you. It made you wonder if he was scared you would break if he applied a little more pressure. Tonight however was different. 

His hands dug into your skin as his tongue worked you up with fast and harsh movements. You couldn’t hold back the soft moans that fell from your lips. You closed your eyes as he ate you out. 

His jealousy was evident in his tight hold. He had been seething through his usually calm and friendly expression. He couldn’t stand seeing other men lay their slimy hands on someone who belonged to him. Who knew what they would do to you?

Tighnari

Soft ears flicked as a deep groan sounded from deep within the chest of the forests watcher. His was eating you with carnal desire that had first surprised you. His arms snaked around your waist in a protective manner.

Tighnari had always been extremely overprotective for as long as you had known him. You had after a time, welcomed that side of him after you realised he only meant you well. His company was all you needed and you had started to forget how it was being with your friends. 

A groan left his lips as he lapped up your release with a hunger fever. You let your fingers run along his ear which earned you a strangled moan. His hazel eyes gazed up into yours which such love. Why seek freedom when you had the sweetest lover? 

Venti

The playful bard was happily lapping at your wet cunt. His fingers gently caressed your skin. His nose pushed against your clit as he angled his head in order to reach deeper into you. 

Venti was a firm believer in freedom, and freedom he had given you. It had surprised you at first how a man with so deep feelings for you at the point you could envision him creeping into the cavity of your chest in order to be closer to you, letting you roam freely within the city. He had let you do as you wished, except talking to other men alone. Whenever a male counterpart approached you, his green eyes filled with rage was he stepped in and dragged you away. 

Wanderer/ Scaramouche

Cold breath fanned over your lower half as he bent his face down. His beautiful face ethereal in the moonlight as his eyes found yours. Love and desperation swirled in the violets. 

He swirled his tongue around your clit which made you gasp. His cold hand intertwined with yours in a gentle, but firm hold. He had always had the need to know where you were at all times and when you weren’t within his reach he became irritable and lashed out at anyone who dared to talk to him. You had long suspected that there was more to him than what he had told you. One thing was sure, his love for you ran deeper than the roots of the giants trees in the rainforest.

He ate you out with such emotion you were taken aback. The usual snarky man was now glossy in the eyes as his eyes raked across your face. 

The moonlight cast long shadows over the bedroom as you came. At that very moment you didn’t care about how he didn’t want you to spend time with your friends. For was it really that bad to only be with him? Was it really that bad to be with the man you love?

Wriothesley

Strong hands held your hips in place as his face burrowed into your crotch. A few groans escaped his lips as his tongue works up your slit. His nose against your clit. Your eyes started up into the ceiling as you moaned. The Duke had had a bad day and he had wanted nothing more than to burrow his head between your thighs and eat you out for hours. 

It had become an everyday occurrence with him nestled nicely between your thighs. You had long since stopped complaining about not being able to see the sun that hung high above the blue Fontainian waters. 

“You are such a good girl, [Name]. Let me take care of you” his chin was glimmering with slick. His tongue swept over his chin in a hum. “You’re gonna be safe here. I’m glad you finally realise such” he kissed your inner thigh before he dove back in. What he said was true. You were going to be happy with him down in the Fortress. 

Xiao

Golden predatory eyes held your gaze as the long fingers of the adeptus plugged into your cunt. The slick sounds filling the room accompanied by your uneven breathing. His mouth locked around your clit as he gave it a hard suck which sent shivers down your spine. Xiao was a man of few words, but that didn’t bother you. He had his own ways of showing you his love.

His ravenous tongue accompanied his fingers as he began his feast. The bedroom at his private quarters at the inn was dimly lit. A lone candle was burning on the nightstand. Your gaze wandered to the open window which overlooked the marsh and the land that stretched beyond. You longed for your freedom, but you didn’t want to part from the adeptus you loved so dearly. Maybe one day you two would traverse the world beyond the surrounding land of the inn. 

Zhongli

Strong warm hands pinned you down as soft lips kissed down to your cunt. His hauntingly beautiful eyes met yours as he gently bit down onto your skin. His sharp teeth almost breaking the skin, but he parted before it started to hurt. He had time after time showed you he knew both you and your body better than everyone else. 

The contract that laid neatly on the dark wooden nightstand was temporarily forgotten as he worked your through your nth orgasm for the night. His long silky brown hair fell over his shoulders as he tipped your head up into a deep kiss. His tongue invited yours to a dance of pleasure and love. He parted with your lips after a moment that felt like an eternity. 

“I will make you happy for eternity. Just sign the contract and I will take care of everything else” his deep voice reverberated through his broad chest. 

You nodded, oblivious to what would happen to you when you signed your name onto the golden paper. Your faith was in his hands, but he promised he would take care of you. You were his future wife after all. 

Chapter Text

The fire crackled in the little bonfire the silver haired samurai had lit. The fire illuminated his red eyes in a way that made them looked like pools of blood. Similar to the blood that had leaked out of the lifeless body of a man who had bothered you an hour ago. Kazuha had raised his blade without hesitation and pierced his heart. Blood had splattered on Kazuha’s face, a stark contrast with his pale skin. 

You had fallen to your knees in shock. Kazuha had gently lifted you up in his strong arms and carried you back to your camp for the night. You had silently cried the whole walk back. 

Now you had exited the tent and made your way over to the two wooden poles that were laid by the fire. You had taken a seat without saying anything. 

After a while Kazuha broke the silence. “He had it coming you know. I could hear the commotion and smell his evil intent. I had to slay him. It was the only way. A beast like that cannot go around and taint the innocent. It would be an insult to the nature.”

His eyes met yours. “I cherish you more than anything and my love is deeper than what anyone could even hope to understand” his soft lips pulled up into a smile revealing the dimples that you loved so very much. 

You casted your gaze down towards the ground. You could feel the samurai’s intense gaze. The wind rustled in the tree crowns, causing leafs to fall down. A half wilted leaf landed in your hair. Before you had the chance to remove it yourself, a carful hand removed it. When did he move to this side of the fire?

He lifted his hand closer to his face and studied the leaf. “So fragile…” his voice a soft whisper. You had a feeling he wasn’t talking about the leaf. 
“It pains me to sense the smell of fear from you. It makes me want to store you away from all evil…” his eyes soft. He muttered to himself “Maybe I should do just that.”

You moved away when he twirled a strand of your hair around his fingers. “Stop. You are scaring me” your voice sounding less brave than what you intended. 

His expression fell before he smiled. “My apologies my love. It is easy to forget how fragile you are” he tilted his head.

He studied your face in search of something. After awhile he brow the silence. “We need to get moving. The sooner the better. I would like to avoid traversing in the summer heat.”

“Where are we going?” your question stilled his movements. He looked at you with a blank face as thoughts raced his mind. 

He swallowed, causing his Adam’s apple to bob up and down. “We are going to a village I am sure you would love. It’s rather different from the city you grew up in, but it’s charm is unique” his beautiful smile had returned. 

You nodded slightly. “I see…” you looked away from the white haired swordsman and down into the grown. 

“What are we going to do in the… village?” you asked with a meek voice. 

The young man hummed. “We are going to get married” you didn’t need to look at him to know he was smiling. 

Your fingers dug into you clothing as your mind raced. You knew there was no escaping him. You had tried. Many times, and it always ended the same. He killed everyone you had interacted with in your journey towards what you had hoped was freedom. Despite his gentle and seemingly kind nature, he had never felt any guilt for what he was doing. 

In other words, escape was futile. 

You turned your gaze up to met his awaiting crimson pools. You could see your reflection in them. Your eyes were wide with terror and your brows furrowed upwards in a frown. 

“You’re going to love the ring I have picked out” his gentle voice as lulling as the sirens from the fairytales you heard when you were little. 

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The first time he saw you, you were sitting in the winter garden within the place. Your hair was elegantly braided in Snezhnayan fashion. Your makeup was minimal, but well suited. Your pale blue gown was flowy, yet warm given the white fur that was sewn onto the sleeves, the end of the skirt and the collar.

His breath was uncharacteristically caught in his throat at the sight of your beauty. You had looked up at him with a gentle and innocent smile. You didn’t seem intimidated by his towering height nor his muscular form. 

The second time he saw you was at a ball hosted by the cryo archon. That was the day he learned you had been brought into existence by the powers of the archon, your father. Capitano found himself even more awestruck at your beauty, knowing your existence was above human nature. Your eyes had a certain glow one would never find in human beings. Your ethereal beauty stunned everyone that looked your way as you moved around the grand ballroom in your gown that sparkled like ice crystals. 

The Captain bowed before you as he asked for a dance. You happily obliged. One of his large hand found the small of your back. The other held your hand gently as he lead you through the room in fluid dance that even surprised him. You were a talented dancer and he felt blessed by the heavens above to be in your presence. For once he longed for an entity above humans. His Khaenri'an kin and companions would be greatly disappointed to see him like this, but the black haired man could not care less. Not when he had found the woman he could imagine spending eternity with. 
The evening came to an halt sooner than he had expected, and soon he saw you bid him farewell with a wave of your hand and a bright smile upon your lips. 

Centuries had passed since the former archon had died and you, his daughter, had fallen into an eternal sleep. He kneeled before the Tsaritsa as she made him the first ranking Harbinger. He was a proud man and promised to serve her and her country for an eternity. He took her pale delicate hand in his large hand. A black colour with faint cobalt blue lines had started to form on his fingertips as a sign of the curse. He brought his hand to his mouth and kissed her gently. She smiled down at him with what resembled motherly love. 

After the ceremony he was left alone, free to roam the palace. The new archon had placed great trust in him. He wandered the palace with his head held high and with a new identity. His steps came to an halt when he was faced with a large set of doors that looked like they were made of thick ice. He couldn’t see through them as their thickness was too great, but he sensed a presence behind them that lured him closer. 

His hand itched towards the handle with a pull of an invisible force. As in a trance he opened the doors. They were heavy, but it was no struggle thanks to his inhuman strength. The room was dark except the small ice lanterns that casted a dim icy light. The room was lacking in interior, save for the lanterns and a big clear ice coffin. He could faintly see the outline of a person inside it. 
Capitano’s feet moved on their own accord towards the enigmatic coffin. As he came closer he got a good look at the person inside. His heart hammered against his chest and his throat closed at the sight of you. When he saw that your chest heaved gently, he let out a shaky breath of relief. Finally, finally after all those years he got to see you again. He had thought it was a myth that the daughter of the former archon, the woman made of snow and ice, was sleeping in a ice coffin within the palace. 

Capitano placed his hand on the lid. The cold ice sent a biting sensation through his gloveless hand, but he could not care less. How could he when the love of his life was right before him?

“Don’t worry, my princess. I will get us reunited sooner or later. Just be patient” he whispered as he kneeled before you with a hand over his heart. “I promise.” 

He slowly rose to his feet when an idea struck him. His movements stilled as his blue eyes were locked onto your sleeping form. What kind of man would he be if he left you alone? He gritted his teeth as hot raging hatred filled his cursed veins. How could your father be so careless? Capitano wished with all his heart that your father would appear before him alive, just so he could kill him again. 

He would find away to convince the Tsaritsa to let him away your hand in marriage. He would also have to find everyone underneath the former archon’s court and kill them for their inability of taking care of you. After he was done, he would finally have you all to himself. Waking you up shouldn’t be too difficult with a little bit of help from his colleagues and her Majesty. 
You would never get out of his reach ever again. 

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Ororon was not an innocent man. Most people thought he was an innocent recluse with no interest in women, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. 

He remembered when he had sex-ed with the other children in Masters of the Night-Wind. It had been embarrassing and unbearable, but as he got older, he was glad the elders of the tribe had forced him.

He started in his teens to save money to buy comics and manga. Some of them were action filled and full of hero’s and mysteries, and some were a little bit more improper (as his granny would have said, not that she was one to judge). The habit of reading erotic novels, comics and mangas was a habit he welcomed. Ororon quickly became engrossed in the unholy mangas as the main characters drew him in with their naked bodies and erotic facial expressions. He was like a moth to a flame.

He would let his mind wander as he daydreamed day in and day out about engaging in the activities resembling the manga characters.

With his awkwardness it was difficult to talk to women, but his trusted right hand and his novels never disappointed him. Though that being said, Ororon really did want a girlfriend, he really did, but so far he had no luck. Every time he laid eyes on a gorgeous woman (which was about all of them as he was never one to judge and he was a firm believer that all women were beautiful), his breath got caught in his throat and he began to blush furiously. It was embarrassing and he was ashamed of himself.

He watched as men his age all got girlfriends, some married and some hopes from woman to woman. He however, remained a lonely virgin. His granny often talked about her past flings as she stared off into the distance with a dreamy expression. When the bat asked her if she ever regretted breaking up with them (she never let anyone dump her), she would only scoff and mutter something inaudible. Granny Citlali never failed to nag him about his love life whenever they are dinner together in the weekends. It had long stopped to make him bashful , now it only made him annoyed.

The pink haired woman took a big sip of her wine as she glanced at her grandson teasingly “So Ororon… how’s your love life? Any girl got your eye?”

“No” was all he said as he continued to eat his dinner. Citlali grew annoyed as he downed her entire wine bottle with a huff.

“You better hurry up. You are young, but you won’t be young forever.”

As if nobody had told him that…

He had just bought a new copy from his favourite author. The manga was wrapped in clear film in order to prevent kids from looking through its pages. It was  a rather thick volume with a colour fool cover of a half naked woman and a half naked man who was fondling her breasts. The title read: “Inexperienced Man Fucks his Best Friend’s Sister!”. The title was a bit corny, but so were almost all the mangas of that genre. Not that he minded of course.

Ororon hid the manga in his bag as he made his way to his home. The walk was long and uneventful and he couldn’t wait to plop down on his bed and read the manga. He swung the door open and hastily threw of his shoes. With fast steps he mad it to his bedroom in record time. He paused by his bed and turned to the window. The last time he had had his quality time with his manga, a certain someone had been outside his window, waiting for him to let her in for their weekly dinner. This time he did not want any interruptions.  He closed the curtains and turned on his bedside lamp. The bed was soft as he made himself comfortable.

The manga started of rather normal: the guy met the girl at a study group at her brother’s home (his best friend) and the became friends. The main character was average looking with no outstanding features, the girl however was extremely beautiful with a curvy body and long lashes. She wasn’t quite Ororon’s tastes as she was rather vulgar with over exaggerated features, but he couldn’t deny her appeal. Their friendship quickly escalated and before they knew it she was sucking him off on the picnic blanket. One blowjob turned into a handjob which turned into him eating her out. After two weeks of knowing each others, she had taken him home to her place and undressed before him.

“Take me” she had whispered as her hands ran down her voluminous breasts. She cupped them together as she batted her eyelashes. “I know you want me.”

The man swallowed thickly as he felt his cock strain against his pants. “If you insist” he stammered.

She walked towards him while she swayed her hips sensually. She placed her hand on his shoulders, giving them a squeeze before she pushed him down on the mattress. “I need you to make me feel good” she moaned as she crawled on top of him. “Fuck me.”

Ororon swallowed as he flipped through the pages. His cock was growing more and more needy as it strained against his black trousers. He quickly unbuttoned the belt and unzipped his zipper. With a fast motion he pulled his dick out, hard and a few drops of precum was leaking from its head. He reached for the lotion on his nightstand and purred a good amount onto his palm. He bit his lip as he stroked his big hand up and down the shaft, spreading the lotion. Ororon picked up the manga with his other hand and continued reading.

“Ugh! Harder! Ah-! You’re so big!♡”

“Oh fuck you’re… so- so tight! Oh Celestia!”

Ororon closed his eyes as he imagined it was him instead of the male lead that was fucking the woman. His stroked quickened and soft moans slipped past his lips. He ran his thumb over the head and groaned. It felt so good. He wondered how good the real thing felt. No doubt way better than his hand.

His hand quickened its pace and he could feel his release coming closer. Just a bit more.

White ropes of cum splattered against his hand and he threw his head back against the headboard as he moaned loudly. He tried to catch his breath as his cheats heaved up and down. His eyes flickered open and to the manga that was now covered in white hot cum. “Fuck…” he mumbled as he reached for it. After a thorough inspection he concluded that it was beyond saving. Time to buy another copy.

When he first saw you, the entire world stopped. Time had no meaning and space became nothing. Every colour paled in comparison to you. You were so beautiful that his heart ached and fluttered violently against his ribs, longing to be set free. His lungs cramped together tightly. Ororon’s eyelids were peeled back as he took in your features. You were like the old woven scrolls with the images of women beyond human compassion. You were a work of art, he could only hope to replicate. 

You looked up at him and blinked slightly, wondering why he was staring at you unblinking. You moved to the side of the fruit cart, clearing the way to the strawberries. “Am I in the way?” god your voice was so beautiful.

His pallid cheeks reddened, making him a a red as the strawberries on display. “Um… no! Not at all” he stumbled over his words awkwardly and he wanted to threw himself off the railing in embarrassment.

The corners of your mouth turned up into a slight smile “Oh okay” you turned around and resumed your shopping.

Wherever he went, he saw you. At first it was only a coincidence, but he quickly realised he had to see you more often. So he did what any man in love would do; he stalked you. He was aware that it wasn’t acceptable behaviour when it came to society, but he couldn't help himslef. Ororon justified his behaviour by saying to himself that he was in love and this was completely normal. For who wouldn’t want to be near the love of their life 24/7, watch them sleep and want to crawl into their skin so they could be as close together as possible?

His favourite pastime was watching you and instead of flipping through the erotic manga, he stroked himself as he watched you change through the window. It was  astonishing how little aware you were of your surroundings. A creep could be looking at you through your open windows as you stripped of your clothes and laid yourself bare on your bed as you played with yourself. You ought to be more careful.

None of the female leads in his large manga collection came even close to your beauty. You were ethereal and he wanted to worship the ground you walked on. He would do absolutely anything for you.

“So how is your love life?” Citlali tried to sound as nonchalant as possible, but the way she looked at him in the corner of her eyes gave her away.

“I have met someone” he took a bite out of the grilled corncob.

Cutlery clinked against the plate as she looked at him with surprised. “Really?!” she leaned over the table, not able to contain her excitement. “This is great news! I knew such a dashing man as yourself would find a lady” smugness oozing of her.

“Mmhmm” he hummed as he chewed. He wrinkled his nose. It was burnt.

“You have to invite her over! Well obviously not right away, but soon! And you have to treat her with respect!” she pointed at him with a stern finger. “How exciting!” Citlali mumbled against the rim of her glass.

You were wearing a skimpy summer dress. The round neck only revealing the top of your breasts. It was short, ending at your mid thigh. It’s fabric a soft light purple colour, with pale blue flowers. It was simply gorgeous and Ororon found his jaw drop.

Your pretty eyes met his. Even with all the passing people of the market, it was as if it was only the two of you left in the world. His breath was caught in his throat and he couldn’t breathe. You smiled at him and it was clear that you remembered him. You remembered him. Beautiful you, remembered a man like himself.

You waved at Ororon and he waved back rather weakly as he had to use all his strength as to not make his hard on noticeable.

As you greeted him with your angelic voice (it didn’t matter if it was soft or not, for him it was angelic either way) he knew. He knew he had to make you his. No matter what. He would be damned if anyone else got their hands on you. 

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Your spoon clinked against the bowl as you ate. The milk was cold and refreshing, and the chocolate cereal sweet, but not too sweet. As you continued to eat your breakfast a pair of orange eyes starred at you. You could feel his eyes bore into you, but you paid him no mind. 

You stopped your movements and raised the glass of cold pressed orange juice to your lips and swallowed. You hummed in delight at the fresh and delicious taste. The sun was shining outside the window of Baizhu’s residence and the open windows let the warm summer breeze inside. The light green thin curtains fluttered playfully in the wind. A couple of seagulls flew across the cloud-free blue sky as they looked for their next victim to terrorise by their screaming. 

You shoved in get another spoonfuls of cereal and hummed in delight. You were lost in your thoughts when the clearing of a throat sounded. 

“Are you sure you should eat that for breakfast?” concern laced in his words. 

You ignored him and continued to eat. 

He sighed loudly like a disappointed parent whose child refused to listen to them. “It’s really not good for yo-”

“We had an agreement did we not?” you let your spoon fall against the bowl, making a loud clink before setting your eyes at the green haired man. “I didn’t take you for one who breaks agreements” that was a lie, you definitely knew he had broken many compromises. “It’s not my fault you’re regretting it. Maybe next time I will refuse to make an agreement” you scoff, annoyance washing over you in angry tides. 

He had voiced to you the day before, early in the moribund when you had just woken up and was still groggy, that you needed a vaccine. You had just started at him for a few seconds before you rolled your eyes and rolled over in bed, back facing him. He had been nagging you the entire day telling you that it was important for your health and that it also contained some much needed vitamins. You had told him to “fuck off and leave me the fuck alone”. After hours of back and forth, he finally proposed to you an agreement: if you let him give you the vaccine, the. You could eat whatever you wanted for breakfast, and if you were nice, you could have dessert. It was extremely appealing and you gave in. Baizhu had then sat your vaccine with a big creepy smile on his face, which was unnerving to say the least. 

“It’s not like I couldn’t have given your vaccine in your sleep without your knowledge” something told you that he had done just that. He picked up his chopsticks and began to eat his healthy breakfast. You wanted to punch off his stupid glasses so badly. But you refrained, because that meant only punishment and that was the last thing you wanted

He began to ramble on about all the dangers sugary food entailed and you could feel your appetite slowly increasing. After he had explained in great detail on what happens with the body internal after eating lots of sugar (not that you were even eating that much), you pushed the bowl away, nausea creeping up your throat. 

“Are you finished eating?” the green snake couldn’t even be bothered to hide his smugness as he smirked triumphantly. “Or do you want some of my breakfast?” he tilted his head and you rolled your eyes. 

“Shut the fuck up” you sneered as you pushed the chair back so hard that it almost fell over. You took your bowl and glass with hiu and left the dining room with a scoff. Fuck him. 

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The night was cold and quiet. The moon hung high in the night sky, watching over you as unfeeling judge. You wanderer across the empty terrain, cold and exhausted. Every sound made you jump and your senses were sharpened. Adrenaline pumped through your body at an alarming speed, readying you for the worst case scenario. You didn’t know how long you had been waking for, but it must have been hours. Your lungs screamed as you inhaled and you could feel the familiar iron taste upon your tongue. 

The tundra was foggy and as you stared off into the far away distance, only murky darkness stared back. Damp escaped your nose and mouth every time you breathed out, creating small clouds. You regretted not put on some warmer clothes, but this had been an abrupt decision. One that gave no room for preparation. You only had brought with you a small backpack that was packed with only the necessities (i.e water, food, a small knife, compass, mora and a map). Hunger scrapped at your stomach, but stopping was not an option. Not when you found yourself on an open plain. It was too dangerous. 

You had never been so angry about being vision-less as you were now.  You felt vulnerable and you had no means to defend yourself except your small knife. If it all went to hell there was truly nothing you could do. The thought made zaps of icy shivers shot through you. You were never one to be particularly bitter, but you envied your friends who were granted visions.

You were lonely with friends you weren’t really that close to and family who you had drifted away from. Your parents weren’t cruel nor were they particularly interested in your life. They just were there until they weren’t. You had no one to talk to, no one to run to. You only had yourself. 

The only other person that showed any genuine interest, was the man you were now fleeing from. Kyryll Chudomirovich Flins had been watching you for a while. Probably even longer than what you were aware. The Lightkeeper was enigmatic and there was little you knew about him. He was more like a shadow than an actual person. One thing was sure however: he was absolutely utterly obsessed. 

A cold wind swept over you, chilling you to the bone. With clattering teeth you looked up and gazed into the distance. There, in the dark mist was a faint light. It flickered as it was alive, breathing. Your heart stopped for a split second and your lungs squeezed together in fear. You took a step backwards as your eyes stared at the light unblinking. 

A pair of murky golden eyes appeared in the mist. Dread washed over you. There was only one person in the entire world with eyes like that. It was the same yellow eyes that had watched you from the shadows. 

You wanted to do nothing but run, but your feet were frozen to the ground. Completely unmoving. You could only watch on silence as the dark silhouette of the Lightkeeper exited from the shadows. His long dark blue hair flowed behind him in the wind. 

The light in his lantern reached towards you and you became hypnotised by its alluring beauty. 

He stopped a few meters in front of you. His outstretched arm fell to his side, the flame almost faltering from the motion. Flins tilted his head slightly to the side as his dead eyes raked over you. His lips were pressed into a thin line and his expression unreadable. 

“Where are you going?” his voice cutting through the air like a razor sharp blade. 

Words formed on your tongue, but no sound came out. 

He took a step closer. “Hmm?”

You managed to stumble back slightly as Flins took a step closer to you. His dark eyebrow raised slightly at your terrified face. Then he smiled. It was barely noticeable, but it still sent a pang at your stomach. 

“It’s dangerous out here. Lots of monsters crawling around. It not safe for civilians” his deep voice serious. “You will get killed if you stay here any longer.”

He reached out his hand, still a few steps away from you, for you to take. You shook your head. “No. No- I’m not coming with you” you managed to croak out, your voice meeker than what you wanted. Your vocal cords rasping. 

His brows furrowed and the corners of his mouth turned downwards into a frown. “No? It’s dangerous. You are coming with me” before you could blink he was in front of you, taking hold of your forearm as he dragged you towards him. “We are going back.” Back being his home. The place you had been successfully avoiding. 

The trek home was silent save from the sound of your footsteps and the once in a while howl from the monsters that lurked in the shadows. Flins grip on your arm was tight as his gloved fingers dug into your skin, sure to leave purple bruises. He didn’t look at you and instead kept his eyes forward. The terrain looked identical and you knew for a fact that you would never have made your way back if it wasn’t for him. His silenced spoke louder than a thousand words and you cringed internally. 

You walked for hours and the night sky seemed never ending as it stretched on for kilometres. You envied the crows that sometimes flew over you, free from all concerns save from finding food. Your thoughts drifted to your family and you began to wonder if they had even noticed your disappearance. They most likely hadn’t as they were too busy with their own lives. 

Flins home was dark with a lit lantern hanging by the door. The interior was as dark  as the gaping maws of the abyss and dread crept over you. You stopped at the threshold, planting your feet at the stone floor refusing to enter. A large hand firmly pushed at your back, forcing you to step inside. 

He closed the door behind him and locked it. He sipped the key in his pocket and you knew it was out of reach. You watched through the window in the entryway and you could feel freedom slipping through your fingers and from your grasp. A lump formed in your throat and breathing became difficult. 

The knowledge that you would never be free from your stalker dawned on you and your energy left your body. Your eyes dulled and you felt sick, but your promised yourself you wouldn’t give up. 

Because if no one would come at your rescue, you would have to be your own knight in shining armour. 

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The room was dim and cold. The walls were barren and an only a rug covered the icy cold wooden floors underneath your chair, the table in front of you and the two chairs that faced you. There were no windows in the room, nor clock so you had noway of telling which time it was. Only an old chandelier hung above you. Its candles slightly flickering, casting their unnatural pale blue hue over you. 

Your hands were bound behind the chair, not too tightly, but not loose enough so you could escape. Your skin was raw from all the tugging you had done when you first woke up. The sight of the two men in front of you had sent you into a panic attack and you were surprised you hadn’t managed to rubbed all your skin off. 

On the other side of the worn old table sat the two higher ranking Harbingers: Dottore and Capitano. Dottore to your left and Capitano to your right beside the wall. They had both removed their mask/ helmet. The blue haired scientist was leaning against the back rest of his chair. Blood red eyes stared you down and made your throat dry. He had taken off his gloves, revealing pale hands with a few scaring adorn across them. Long fingers were drumming a soft beat against the dark wooden surface of the table. It was scratched and you wondered what horrors it might have seen through the years. 

The Captain was sitting more rigid. His long soft locks flowed down his shoulders like silky rivers. His dark blue eyes were looking at you with such an intensity, it made the hair in the back of your neck stand. Black and slightly glowing dark blue scars adorned his handsome face in a terrifying way. Lines ran up from the corner of his mouth and it made you wonder just how far he could stretch it. Could he swallow you whole? You had heard him say that he was slowly rotting away, but he didn’t seem to be rotten in that sense, nor did he smell bad. One would think the crazed doctor reeked of blood and the other of the foul stench of rotten flesh, but that couldn’t be farther from the truth. Both he and his fellow Harbinger smelled pleasant. The former a mix of a masculine smell and a faint fragrance of something you couldn’t quite place. The latter smelled of an expensive cologne.

Capitano’s hands were naked, his trusted gauntlets were no where to be seen. His skin was blackened with blue veins that stretched up his arms. They were large and his fingers thick and long. Capitano’s strong arms were crossed over his broad chest. 

“Do you know why you’re here?” his gruff voice cut through the silence like his trusted sword. 

You swallowed. You shook your head slowly. “No, I do not” your voice was barely audible over the thundering sound of your own heartbeat. 

Dottore tugged on the corner of his lips, revealing his white razor sharp teeth. A low chuckle escaped his lips as he bent down and picked up something from the floor. He placed a think pile of paper on the table. You couldn’t read the contents clearly, but it looked similar to some sort of contract. 

The light blue haired man’s eyes followed your gaze and he tilted his head. “You don’t even have a single guess as to why you’re here?” 

“I do not” you shook your head slightly. 

“Really? Shall we explain it then?” he looked over to his colleague. 

Capitano nodded with a low grunt. “Dottore and I have made an agreement” he nodded to the contract “Regarding you.” 

Your eyes widened. You? A bad feeling washed over you and you gave your restraints a good tug. 

“We have decided” he gave the contract a quick glance before his eyes found yours “To share you. In way that will be fair and avoid any unnecessary conflict.”

“It was my idea and I must say I am rather proud” Dottore flashed you a smug smile. 

“Share me?” you whispered. You refuse to believe what they just had told you. You had to have heard wrong. 

“That’s right” the doctor answered.

“We are going to divide which time you spend with each of us equally. This is the best solution we could think of” Capitano looked at you with determination. He wasn’t going to budge. 

You had first met Dottore when you was in Snezhnaya visiting your cousin you hadn’t seen in years. She had a high ranking position within the government and she had taken you as her plus one at a ball in the Zapolyarny Palace. The second Harbinger had asked you to dance with a charming smile and gentle, but deep voice. You had hard about the countless horror stories regarding the man, but something compelled you to take his hand. It was the gravest mistake you had ever made. He took you on small dates around the country and you quickly came to enjoy his presence. He was eccentric, but you didn’t mind. His knowledge knew no bounds and Dottore proved to be quite the interesting conversationalist. He was funny in a nonconventional way and you quickly forgot all the horror stories you had heard about him. You didn’t care that he had purposely put you under his spell. You were totally unaware off the horrifying all consuming obsession that was starting to surface every time Dottore saw you. 

You met Capitano in Natlan. You were there on a much needed holiday. It all happened by chance: you had been on a walk through the peaceful wilderness and suddenly you realised you had got lost. You didn’t remember where you came from nor did your map make any sense. Capitano had stepped in and saved you like a knight in shining armour. Despite his intimidating appearance, you found his presence comforting. He was a man of few words, but you didn’t mind. He was a true gentleman and even if you had yet to see the face that was concealed underneath his helmet, you felt like you knew him better than everyone. Oh how wrong you were. 

“You can’t do that. What about my family? My friends? My work? My home?” your voice was failing you “What about my cat? I can’t just leave her!” tears pressed behind your eyes painfully and you didn’t dare to blink lest they would spill. 

“Your cat can stay here with you. Did you really think we are such heartless monsters?” Dottore grinned, flashing his sharp fangs. 

You didn’t dare to reply, but you all knew that you did indeed think of them as heartless monsters. 

“As for your family…” the Captain paused, an almost sorrowful expression adoring his handsome face. “They will continue to live in Mondstadt. If you behave well, we will let you send them a letter each month.”

A letter? Only once a month? Despair filled you and you couldn’t stop the lone tear from falling down onto your lap. A truly pitiful sight, yet you knew how much the men in front of you liked your tears. They had always called them beautiful and it always made you sick to your stomach. 

“Your friends won’t need to receive a letter. I wanted to dispose them, but Capitano advised me not to. It’s thanks to him that they’re still alive and well” a displeased frown was resting upon the Doctor’s face as he crossed arms over his strong chest. Despite him being shorter than the man beside him, he was still of a towering hight and while his intelligence was what made him the most terrifying, his physical strength was nothing short but inhuman. 

“I thought it would do you more harm than good. I don’t want you to be depressed” dark blue eyes looked at you with tenderness. As if you weren’t depressed anyways.

“Nothing I couldn’t fix” Dottore snorted. 

“Please let me go!” panic clouded your judgment and your franticly tugged at your binds. You needed to get away. 

“Please don’t. You will only hurt yourself” a strong arm reached over the table and gave your shoulder a squeeze, attempting to calm yourself. 

“I told you we should have given her something to calm her down. Then this wouldn’t happen. I don’t want to have to stitch her wrists” a sigh followed. 

The sound of rustling fabric reached your ears, but you still continued to attempt to free yourself. You didn’t have a plan, your mind only operating on survival instincts. 

“I realise now that it would have been wise to listen to you. For that I apologise.”

“Hmph.”

“Keep still. You’re going to hurt yourself” a strong hand wrapped around your jaw and forced you to meet his blood red gaze. 

Your alarm bells were going off like crazy and your heart was pounding so fast you almost couldn’t hear anything but it. “Let me go!” you scream raw and animalistic. 

Dottore clicked his tongue displeased. “Calm down” it was an order, yet you refused to listen. 

“Don’t hold her so hard, she’s going to get hurt” Capitano sounded worried. 

“I am not. But if I don’t hold her, she’s only going to get herself hurt.”

Your eyes landed on the syringe in his hand, the liquid inside it clear. You gave your head a hard jerked and you almost escaped his hold. “No!” you swung your left leg against his slight crouching form, but missed just so slightly. 

“Do not kick me” his expression darkened and his fingers dug into your skin. 

You whined like wounded animal and attempted to bite his finger. That seemed to get him to lose his patience and he jammed the syringe in your neck. Not hard enough to harm you, but enough to be painful. The pain blossomed underneath your skin and you hissed out. Your vision became clouded and you slumped forward into awaiting arms. A hand gently stroked your hair. 

“Can you remove the binds?”

The sound of a chair scraping across the floor was unclear and it was almost as if you had cotton in your ears. Strong fingers quickly removed the rope. Upon seeing you shivering, Capitano took of his heavy coat and laid it over your shoulders. 

“Shush it’s okay. You are safe” he stroked your cheek gently. 

Darkness took over you and you fell into a deep slumber. 

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He had been staring at you for a good while. You had tried to pay him no attention and just focus on your task at hand, but that proves to be more and more difficult for every minute that passed. The tavern was quiet and you regretted not applying for the position at the Flagship. Surely the more popular and well known bar would attract less weird costumers. You wiped the glass one more time with your cloth. It must have been the fourth time you had wiped it clean. You could see your alert expression on your reflection on the glass. You looked tired. 

The man was sitting in a booth in the corner of the tavern. He had perfect view of you and the rest of the establishment. His hair was white and wavy, reaching to his shoulders. He wore red and black clothing and black bandages covered some of his chest. The same coloured bandages were covering half of his face. They had covered his mother too, but he had removed them so he could drink without problem. His lone eye bored into form and you could senes deep emotions in the depths of his magenta iris. He was tall and his frame was still intimidating while sitting down. He was truly terrifying and you could feel the hairs on your arms rise whenever you felt his gaze one you (which was always). 

You had tried to ask him for his order, but he had only remained silent. As you were alone on shift, and with he being your only patron at the time being, you chose to resume to your tasks behind the counter. 

The sound of a leather couch creaking caught your attention and your eyes snapped towards the source of the sudden sound. He had risen to his feet and was making his way towards you with long slow strides. His gloved hand danced across the wooden countertop as he walked closer towards you. You were once again taken aback by his towering hight. You sat your glass down and straighten your back. Your heart was hammering against your ribs. 

“Hello, sir. May I take your order?” you said with a small smile that slowly fell from your features. His mere presence was enough to make you want to run and cower behind the selves in the back room. 

He was silent for a moment that felt like an eternity before he finally spoke “Hello. I would like a glass of whiskey. The stronger, the better.” His voice was deep and laced with something you couldn’t quite describe. 

Underneath the warm lights from the bar, you could clearly see crimson like scars that surround his mouth. It was not like anything you had seen before, though everything about him seemed mysterious. 

You nodded as you forced on a polite smile. “Any specific brands you prefer?”

“No. You chose” his lips tugged slightly before they fell back to their neutral form. 

“Okay then. You can sit back down if you would like. I will bring your drink to you” his close proximity was only making you more anxious. 

He hummed “No need. I can wait here.”

You swallowed before you nodded slightly. “Okay…”

You turned around and let your eyes scan over the row off whiskey bottles until your eyes landed on an especially strong whisky. It wasn’t too expensive, yet the taste was better than most. That is, if you liked string drinks. You picked out a glass from the cupboard and poured him a glass. The strong scent hit your nose like a wall and you scrunched it. You had never been too fond of the smell of strong liquor. 

“Here you go sir” you placed the drink in front of him with a smile. “Let me know if you want me to add ice.”

“Thank you. No need. I prefer it without.” He raised the glass to his lips and took a sip. He closed his eyes as he savoured the taste before he let out a deep content hum. “I like it.”

You sighed in relief. “I’m glad.”

He continued to sip on his glass and before you knew it, his glass was empty. You poured him another glass after he gave you an affirming nod. 

“It’s a bit quiet tonight.”

“Yeah, we usually have more costumers” you shrugged. 

“I know.”

“Oh? I don’t think I’ve seen you before…” no you definitely hadn’t seen him. You were sure you would have remembered him. 

“I have been here many times before. Maybe you just haven’t noticed me” he gazed at you as he took a sip. 

“Oh. Maybe…”

“There is a lot of things one may leave unnoticed” he sat his glass down. “Isn’t it dangerous to be here all alone at such a late hour? Don’t you have a colleague to keep you company?” 

You swallowed. “I do. But not today. He sent me a letter that he was sick. Can’t be helped.”

He hummed as his fingers drum against the counter. “There’s a lot of dangerous individuals so late at night. How will you get home?”

“I will be fine.”

“Really?” 

You paused. What did he mean? Shivers ran down your spine like ice. 

“Do you like your work?”

“Excuse me?”

“Do you like your work?” you were unable to read his expression. 

“I do.”

“Is that so? What a pity…” he muttered as he took another sip. 

“Do you live alone?”

You gulped as you unconsciously took a step back. “Why are you asking me that?” you whispered. 

“Good question. Maybe I already know, but wanted to hear you say it?” 

“What?”

A chuckle escaped his lips. “You are so cute when you’re scared. I’m glad I finally get to see it up close.” He placed his hand on the counter as he leaned forwards. “Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you.” “Your innocence and naïvety is truly remarkable as it’s adorable. We are so very different, yet I can’t help but yearn for you. It is selfish, but I am a selfish man.”

“I think you should leave.”

He laughed “Leave? But kjære, I won’t leave without you. Don’t think you seriously think I will let you go now that I finally have you within my grasp?”

You tried to step back, but his hand reached over the counter and grabbed your hand. “I have waited for so long. I have slowly, but surely sneaked my way into your life. And you haven’t noticed a single thing. It’s almost pitiful. Don’t tell me you never noticed your colleague’s behaviour change? I am a master of the art, but even so I couldn’t help but give you small clues here and there. I guess you never noticed a difference” his lips pulled up into a huge grin, his eye wide. “Your poor poor boss didn’t even have a chance at defending himself before I sliced his throat. It was ridiculous, but that is to be expected from such filth. 

Hot tears spilled from your eyes as your body trembled. He killed your boss. Your lovely sweet boss who was nothing, but kind words and friendly smiles. “How could you?” your voice a broken cry. “Why me??”

“Because you have captured my rotten heart. I thought I was incapable of feeling human emotion except rage, but you proved me wrong. I need you. I need you more than how humans need air. I can’t let you go. I will never let you go. No, not after all these long months.”

You were hysterically sobbing, hot tears clouding your sight. Strong arms suddenly hooked underneath your armpits and lifted you over the counter in such a fast motion that you didn’t fully register what had happened. His large hand cupped your face with surprisingly delicacy as he tilted it slightly back so you could meet his gaze. “We will be together for all eternity.”

He pulled you into a strong and tight embrace, his arms snaking around your form, ready to devour you. “Vi skal være sammen for all evighet. Måtte jeg brenne ned hele verden for at det skal skje, så vil jeg aldri nøle. Du er min.” He whispered in a foreign and ancient language. You didn’t need to understand the words to know that they meant nothing good. You fell into darkness and you could feel your control slip through your fingers and into his.