Ass, tits or thighs? (Ft nod krai cast) (Typical warnings of NSFW, fem!reader, mentions of a lactation kink in Albedo's, possible OOC for all of them. Fight me all you want in the comments if you want. English is not my first language)
(this plot is so overused. Does that mean I care? No, I'll do whatever I want so just enjoy my analysis or whatever)
Varka: Ass
He'd be super embarrassed about this question and probably blurt out "personality" or something like that. A knight shouldn't be so improper with his lover! But sometimes you see him staring a little too long on your behind for it to be a "friendly" look when you bend over to pick something up. If he's ever holding you close to him, his hands are always on the hips or waist, just close enough to your ass but never doing anything until you ask. Basically cock blocking himself lmao
Flins: Thighs
Also the type to say "personality" but more of an endearing way than anything else. Probably be like "you are so enchanting, how could I pick just one?" So he says personality instead. Though, he's never one to complain if he gets a nice shot of your thighs, doesn't care if they're small or big. He seems like the type of guy to enjoy giving oral, so having your thighs around his head is probably a fantasy of his.
Nefer: tits
Not ashamed of her answer, and it was quite obvious. She doesn't care about your body type either. If you're flat, she likes pinching and playing with your nipples from underneath your shirt, perhaps dragging her fingers along your areola. If you're well endowed she prefers to squish your tits between her fingers to relieve stress. One thing's for certain, with those claws on her fingers your skin will hurt and look red. Good thing she has her mouth to help.
Lauma: tits
Unlike Nefer, she prefers to admire your body from afar more than anything, and she is most importantly not crude. She likes laying her head on your chest regardless if your tits are big or not. If you're ever sore she likes massaging them within her fingers, but she'll never go past your boundaries. Though, if you ask her to take a step further she wouldn't mind, after all she does have a few fantasies and needs of her own.
Nicole: thighs
If you ever asked her this question, she'd at first go on a tangent about how human evolution evolved and why we find such body parts appealing despite them being storehouses of fat for the most part. If you ask her to give a straight answer she'd say thighs. She likes it when you wear shorts, maybe when you sit down and they seem to look bigger. Regardless of their size she likes to lay her head down there and stare up at you whilst yapping about another topic. If she feels cheeky she might bite.
Alice: ass
Practically has an obsession with slapping your ass, with how red it gets from her fondling sometimes. Especially likes it if you wear a tight dress or shorts, she just loveees admiring your figure. She may be busy but that won't exactly stop her from meeting you often enough to eye-fuck you. If you have a tattoo on your lower back best believe she's kissing that senseless. Other than that, she prefers to bend you over with her strap and take you from behind.
Arlecchino: thighs
You're often the one straddling her waist while she does her paperwork, and her hands always find themselves digging into your thighs. She'll stop if it hurts, but gods does she love looking at your legs when they're properly marked by her fingers. If she's eating you out expect plenty of teeth marks around your inner thigh. When she's holding you by your waist, she finds her fingers drawing circles on your hip, to outer thigh. Also likes the feeling of control when her hands spread your thighs open.
Columbina: tits
She takes a long time to think about it, especially since she likes all parts of you and never bothered to think about these sexual questions. She eventually says tits because they're the closest to your heart. She spends the time with you mostly listening to your heartbeat, so she finds it fair to prefer your tits. If anything else, you'll sometimes find her either squeezing or pinching your nipples since she's interested on your reactions and how they feel in her palm.
Illuga: tits
He'll freak out at first if you ever ask and refuse to answer. Though, he stares at your chest a lot more than what is necessary. If you have a gap between your tits, he likes fixating on that for whatever reason, especially when he can see that gap from your top. If you don't have a gap, that's fine too because he'll still be staring at how much space your breasts take. If you allow him to touch he'd probably do it once before chickening out. If you offer a titjob he's practically jello in your arms.
Sandrone: no preference
It's either she doesn't care or she cares for all parts of you equally. There's no real problem for her anyway, she takes what's most convenient. If you're cuddling with her her hands will rest on your tits. If you're standing beside her (with no one around) she'll place a hand on her ass. She likes observing how your thighs enlarge when you sit. You can please her with almost anything.
Dottore: different per segment.
Webtorre likes your tits, Omega your ass and prime your thighs. Though, if you attempt to seduce the different versions of him with any one, it will work. Webtorre will be the more eager of the three to grab a hold of your tits. Omega usually just takes whatever chance he gets and places a hand on your ass whenever he gets the opportunity of your bending over. Prime prefers it when you're cockwarming him and your thighs wrap around his waist. He gets hard just from the feeling of your thighs.
Wanderer: no preference
Also another one that doesn't care. If he's carrying you while he's flying, his hand will subtly palm your thighs. Time to time he listens to your heartbeat, so the cushioning on your chest is appreciated. If you don't have any, that's fine too. His hands are (for the most part) on your ass when you're walking together with no one around. He's not overtly dirty too, if you don't like it then he'll immediately stop.
Albedo: tits
I know that for most of the characters you've seen me saying tits but it's more true for him than ever. He feels like the type of guy to have a lactation kink to be honest. Like, he'd research it for normal purposes and be completely normal about it but it will eventually grow on him. If you're ever pregnant with his kid he will suck your tits at least once for a taste. He's very gentle otherwise, compared to a certain Nefer.
Varka was far away in another country because of his job, working with the ministry of affairs for Mondstadt. They needed to achieve an alliance with Nod-Krai, an independent state of Snezhnaya with a large time difference. He hated it. He. Hated. It. Hated on being so far away from his one and only lover, which was you. It’s only been two weeks, both of you haven’t found the time to call, only through texts that were replied between different hours.
This particular day, he was so stressed that he ended up spam calling you on his phone. The third call that buzzed in.. you finally picked up. Varka chuckles hearing your small yawn, “Varka..? Mmm.. you woke me up, honey..” He heard the sound you let out, probably stretching out on the bed. His heartbeat paced up, his blood pumping down. . He coughed at that. “Hi baby, sorry for waking you up.” Immediately, you quickly shut his apologies down.
“No.. no it's okay.. you can always call me, hehe..” He sighs, already sitting near the hotel desk. He’d been staying in this small abode for all of these two weeks, giving only a sliver of privacy for him. “I just got out of another diplomatic meeting.” You looked at the alarm clock in the large shared bed you both always sleep in. It’s 4 a.m, the red coloured numbers reflect just how early it is for you and yet it's only 8 p.m. for Varka. “Awe, nice.. Do you want to talk—” “No, please.. babe..”
You shut your mouth quickly then chuckled, “Of course, no work talk?” He hummed at that, huddling up inside the blankets of the bed, you got even more comfortable. “Baby.” He called you out over the phone, “Yes?” He tilted his head as he looked out at the view in his room. “Tell me about your week.” And that's how you ended up chatting for a while, you spoke about what you’ve been doing, then talking about the people in Mondstadt and how they’re doing. Though, he stopped responding a long halfway.. now that makes you suspicious.
Thoughts raced through your mind, then you called out. “Honey?” No answer on the other line, then you called out again, “Varka.” He replied back with a grunt, “Yes, urghh.. babyy..” This was a dead giveaway to you, it didn’t take long to put the pieces together. “Are you seriously jerking off?” A moment of silence, as he let out a small groan. “Couldn’t help myself, just m..missed you so much.” Finally, you could hear the squelching sound in the other line, it really sounded like he was enjoying himself. “You horndog..” Another grunt, “Yeah but I’m your horndog.”
This is how he had tempted you now, you were rubbing your hand against your slit, “Aaah.. Varka..” Feeling the slick all familiar texture between your legs. “You’re just rubbing yourself aren’t you?” He knew you too well, even by the way you touch yourself, so you slipped your index finger inside. Your folds were already slippery from the slick wetness, you let out a small gasp. “Awe, cmon, you know you can take larger than one finger..” How the FUCK did he know..
“Well you aren’t here—” “Doesn’t matter, put two fingers inside, baby.” You could hear him spit on his hand on the other line, you whined again slipping your middle finger. He could hear your fingers easily pushing in and out of your walls, as he groaned. Varka’s dick was throbbing, all that pent up stress and horniness kicking off. He used his imagination to think what you even look like, sprawled up in their bed. “Baby, why don't you pick up the pace?” Your fingers started doing a pistoning motion. “I ngh.. am!” “Yeah, but you’re not screaming my name yet, so pick up the pace.”
You clutched your phone by the shoulder really close to your ear, as one hand was prodigy inside your gummy walls and the other one held a small mini toy that vibrated on your small bud with such vigor. “Varka.. I'm so close soclose…!” “Nuh uh, not yet.. Just a bit more, yeah?” His breathy voice caught you off guard as you cried out, “nono fair..”
“I know you can hold off once more baby, urgh— cmon, I’m right there..”
Kyryll Chudomirovich Flins such a bizarre and long name for someone to have. That someone is your lover, but how did this happen? Travelling from nation to nation, you stumbled upon Nod-Krai. Their hospitality completely swooned you over to say an extra few days— to which you had met a Ratnik, which meant you stayed for another few months with him. Flins was unique, he was such a gentleman to you and his way of speaking was very polished. You had gotten a phone call from one of your family members back from where you came from.
One day, you sat down on your shared bed. “Flins” You called out to him as he adjusted his uniform.. Finally finishing his shifts of the night he had, he raised an eyebrow. “Yes, my love?” Breaking the news to him was a shocker, one of your family members, to be more specific was your father had fallen ill. You need to catch a plane back as quick as you can, Flins being the most caring lover urged you to just book a flight as quickly as possible.
He stayed up that night, considering he doesn’t usually sleep, he secretly bought you a ticket for tomorrow night. He looked down on your sleeping figure beside him, snoring softly. He raises his palm to hold your cheek, then softly strokes your back, “Sleep well, love.” He whispered in your ear, even in your sleep you reacted scooting closer to his body.
The next day, Flins showed you the flight ticket as soon as you woke up. “You did all of this while I was asleep?” He nodded, easily offering you your favorite meal for breakfast. You huffed, “Man I lucked out for such an amazing boyfriend.” Already scooping up a bite and chewing the meal, He let out a small laugh. “It’s just breakfast, that's standard..” You grinned at his obliviousness. “Okay stop trying to woo me now..” He let out a small chuckle, “I am not.” “You so are..!”
Flins just smiled, “I’ll miss you.” He held onto you, his palm already resting on your back, rubbing the soft sliver of skin. “I’ll miss you too..!” You whined beside him as he leaned against the kitchen counter. “I’ll be back before you know it..” You placed the spoon, eagerly toying with his chin. “Don’t miss me too much, mkay..!”
He couldn’t help himself, it was lewd, too dirty but you were so far away.. All the way at Liyue or was it Inazuma, he forgot how you smelled, how you felt. So here he was, phone in one hand, the other hand pulling down at his sweats. It wasn’t fair, the time difference, it was 12 pm at Nodkrai and it was probably early morning at your place. Flins always had a folder with just your pictures, what you didn’t know was— he kept another one, locked inside a passcode which was your birthday.
What was inside, well.. suggestive photos and videos you’ve either sent or taken in his phone. He looked down, it was a picture of you cladded in just a zipped up hoodie, his hoodie. That little sliver of cleavage made him throb in under a few seconds which was definitely record time. “My love.. forgive me—” He let the spit roll in his mouth before the sound was made in the dim room. His feverous tip was so swollen as he let out a small breath.
Even cupping his balls, gripping the base, it wasn’t enough for him, never enough when he just needed you. Flins must’ve reached a new low, cause he had to pull up a video of you just yapping his ear off at one of the dates they’ve gone. “Mmm..ngh.. Feels too good” It was so pathetic, his hand moved quickly trying to chase the thrill, even tightening his grip. He imagined it was your sloppy pussy around him, didn’t feel the same— not as warm and snug but it’s the next best thing.
“Ugh.. I miss you.. m-miss that pussy s’much..”
Nefer, she wasn’t the type to be hung up over such trivial matters, and yet here she is texting you even if she had work. Such a busy woman, the CEO for Curatorium of Secrets and also the only operator for the Northern Intelligence Network, was head over heels for you. You guys weren’t long distance.. It was surprising how you guys started dating online, haven’t met at all.
You were a well versed hacker and she needed information— of course she needed your expertise. The sound of the notification dinged in her work laptop. ‘Nefer..!! What’s my next course of action, honey (˶˃⤙˂˶)..!’ Your text is as enthusiastic as your personality, blatantly shown in the text.
Nefer was already swamped with her other work, her poor lover didn’t have work to do, no orders. Truth be told, Nefer was never a texter kind of person. Another notification popped again. ‘Are you ignoring me..?!! ( •̀ ᴖ •́ )’ Then a dozen notifs later, she finally groaned. Already dialing the number, “Quit it, you brat.”
You sank onto your lavish gaming chair, Nefer had bought out for you. “You weren’t replying, Nefer.” Your sweet voice finally replied to her back. She could hear you mindlessly typing away at that keyboard of yours, she also bought for you. “Can’t you see I’m busy, work has swamped me.” A sound of a chuckle could be heard at the other line. “Then take a break, who’s stopping you—” “I have another meeting set up in five minutes.” Then another notification dinged in her work laptop.
“Open my messages, honey..~” You cooed at the other line, and she could only sigh. “I swear if it’s another absurd tiktok of—” She could only swallow as the photo loaded up. It was clearly a picture of you, clad in that babydoll lingerie she had bought for you. Man, she spoiled you with gifts everyday. “Goodluck for your meeting, honey!” You teased once more, before ending the call. Such a tease you were, she couldn’t help but scoff as she gingerly got up to join the meeting.
Nefer couldn’t focus during the head-board meeting, so she hid her phone under the table. Eagerly replying to each text message you gave.
Nefer had a remote controlled vibrator, that only she could control just for you. She bumped it to just a level 3 as the ringtone came in. There you were, in all your glory, pushing the small thing right against your clit. “F-fuck.. Ne..fer!!” Your whines could be heard to the monitor, Thank god for the soundproof walls installed for her office. “You really had to tease me, during a corporal meeting, darling?” Her voice poised with such authority you couldn’t help but moan again.
“I missed you..” You hummed, eagerly shoving it inside as your fingers got to work, swirling your puffy clit. “P..plus you love the view no?” You eagerly looked at the camera of your phone. She could see you just lounge on that gaming chair as your desktop highlighted your figure. Nefer placed a hand under her chin as she watched. “Can’t even get off on your own huh? Such a slut.” “Your slut though—!”
“Cmon, aren’t you at least a bit wet watching me..?” Your voice cooed as your eyes met through the screen. She cranked up the level to a five as you choked on your voice, visibly jittering. “Shitshitshit.. So close..!!” Then she stopped the buzzing, you whined. “Ah.. you’re such a freak.. Edging me already..?” “Think of it as a lesson to be taught for sending nudes in broad daylight.” You could only giggle, “Hey.. atleast accompany me finger myself..” You brought out your fingers to your mouth, eagerly licking giving her a show.
“Oh I will, until I get you drenched over that poor monitor of yours.”
semi inspired by your lost vision post: lohen carrying/also wearing your vision after you die. like kazuha with his friend
Would they carry your vision after death?
Man, this is sad. I brought the angst tonight, or shall I say morning since it’s 6am lol. So let’s say that you get revived eventually a time after these happen. It does happen, just off screen. Trust.
Bearing your death at first felt like hell to him. And it still is, but he’s grown to be numb to it. A world without you was one without color. He wasn’t strong enough to protect you. Too weak. Mortal. Absolutely worthless. During the crisis, he fantasized being able to go home with you. To rest together after a long day of stress and the heat of the battlefield. To take you to the Cat’s Tail. To Good Hunter. To take you out into the wilderness to just be. With you. And he had just finally saved up enough to buy an engagement ring. The dream shattered into pieces as Varka set the dulled vision into his hands. His mouth seemed to be moving, telling him what happened, but he heard none of it. All he could do was stare down at the vision and its ugly shade of gray, devoid of the vibrant glow it once held. He threw it harshly onto the ground and stormed off with thousands of emotions funneling through his head. He couldn’t do it. Couldn’t face the failure. The grief. Pain. All he wanted was to be alone. Better yet, with you. But that was no longer possible. Hours by himself, the night fell. No one found him. When he didn’t want to be found, he wouldn’t be. It dawned on him. He really just lost you, didn’t he? How pathetic… he hasn’t cried since he was a child and here he was sobbing like a baby. Your vision. He tossed it away. No… no, he needs it. He doesn’t care how much it hurt to hold. He. Needs. It. Lohen ran back to the scene in a frantic panic, but no matter where he looked, he couldn’t find it. Where did it go?! The longer he couldn’t find it, the more hysterical he became. On the verge of a panic attack, a hand tapped him on the shoulder. He froze, turning back. Grandmaster Varka with a solemn expression, and in his hand, your vision. Without a word, Lohen took it and stood up, holding it close to his chest as he walked past Varka and made his trek home. He will never separate himself from it again. “You’re not really dead… You can’t be.”
Illuga
Your death was his failure. It should’ve been him who died, and yet he lived. He always did. He should’ve been used to it by now, but it only hurt worse every time. And this time your absence took everything of him with. Illuga still acted the same. Gave orders, nodded to jokes, spoke as if he were alive. The same motions. But he might as well be a walking corpse. He hardly fooled anyone. Not Nikita, not Flins, nor his subordinates. They had to make sure that he still ate and got the rest he needed or else he’d push himself to collapse. He mourned you every day. You were on his mind every second. Each step a reminder as to how he still breathed while you didn’t. He wished he had died. It would have been a mercy. A mercy to this misery haunting him. His parents. His brothers in arms. His friends. He couldn’t even protect the love of his life. How could he call himself a lightkeeper? Illuga knew he shouldn’t have made those decisions that day. Shouldn’t have let you. There were so many things he should have done differently. Illuga visited your grave every day. And he knew he should return your property back to you, but he just couldn’t. As he lay his eyes upon the vision the lightkeepers brought back, all he could do was take it without so much as a word. Once your body was recovered, they didn’t let him see it. And once Flins got involved, he quickly decided to quit trying. Or maybe that’s what he wanted to choose deep down. He once tried to return the vision to your grave, but he could barley bring himself to break contact with it. Illuga didn’t keep it on his person at all times, rather he kept it in a safe place. On the nightstand by his bed in Piramida is where it would sit. And on the days where he has to sleep without it, he is terrorized by nightmares. Illuga could only get proper rest with your presence by his side. “Would you be proud if I handled another day without you? Or lonely… without me?”
Nefer
You were a fool. That’s the only reason you were dead. You made a bad call and it ended in your demise. Something seemingly so insignificant with such dire consequences. It happened, she shouldn’t have gotten her hopes up that she would be able to have a future with you. Not the typical wedding and domestic bliss. Just a companion to feel at ease with. It was your fault you died, so why should she care? That’s what she wishes she could tell herself. She was angry, yes, but this was nothing like her father. She couldn’t hold onto that anger this time. But she couldn’t sit and wallow in self pity either. All she can tell herself is to move on. Detattach herself from those emotions and prevent them from opening up again. She was an idiot for opening to you in the first place. Maybe you’d still be here if she hadn’t. No, that was foolish thinking. It wasn’t her fault. It was an unavoidable tragedy. Those always seem to find their way back to her. The one who brought your lifeless vision to Nefer had been Jahoda and Lauma. Jahoda fearful for the pain it’d bring her dear boss and Lauma clearly covered in guilt from failing to save you. They had no right. Her face didn’t betray her inner turmoil as she took it with a hum. A shame, really. She didn’t really want this. She had no use for it. Nefer could’ve sold it, but ultimately she settled on locking it away in a box to be forgotten… if there’s ever a use your vision might have in the future, only then will she relinquish it. And she won’t hesitate. “This old thing? I have no use for it, so you can just take it.”
Columbina
“Oh,” was all she could say upon learning your death. In her 500 years, she had seen many ends. It might’ve been hard to believe given how she hardly ever left, but she had seen her fair share. Columbina knew it was bound to happen to you one day, regardless of if you aged as a human or immortal being. But she had hoped it wouldn’t be for a long while, or that the two of you could possibly go together. She wouldn’t want to leave you alone, and now she’s the one without you. Just a little bit longer with you would’ve made her happy. It hurt. Strange. She knew the possibility could always happen on any day, but she never expected it when it came. Nothing could’ve prepared her for the gaping hole she’d be left with. Was this the part where people usually cried? Columbina doesn’t recall having ever done so before, and the urge still doesn’t tug at her now. She simply doesn’t have the energy to. Just your loss was enough to drain her of all of it. Lauma left her with your vision and her sympathies, and all she could say was “thank you”. Columbina sat in Silvermoon Hall with your vision in your hands. She missed the color of it. She ran her fingers over the edges and traces the gray patterns with memories playing out in her mind. Eventually she fell asleep with it in her hands, the first night of many. Columbina plans to keep it on her person. She wishes you could be there, but she’ll just have to settle with your memory in the form of your vision. “Are you perhaps watching me from the moon’s light, I wonder? Or could you still be here… in the palm of my hand?”
Kinich
“Kinich… I—I’m so sorry.” That was all he needed to hear to know what happened. Another attack from the abyss, stronger than usual assaults. Suppose this one was just too difficult for you. Mualani held your vision out to him, treating it as the most valuable object in the world. But it really wasn’t. It was just an object. Ajaw hadn’t realized what it meant at first, staring at the object while processing her words, going on and on, and Kinich wanted him to do nothing else than to shut up. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to do it himself this time. He could tell the moment it hit him by the way Ajaw suddenly went completely silent. Kinich haphazardly took it, walking past Mualani and anyone else unfortunate enough to have witnessed the scene. No one followed him, at least he would’ve thought if it weren’t for Ajaw’s subtle flapping in the air beside him. When he tried to speak, Kinich cut him off with a short ‘not now’ and that was the end of it. Silence the whole way home. He went straight to his room, and this time Ajaw did not follow. He threw himself next to his bed, sitting on his floor with his head in one hand and your vision in the other. If only he had known where you were, maybe he could’ve saved you. Some hero he is. Fuck. He hated crying, but he really couldn’t stop. You were gone. He wouldn’t see you smile or hear you laugh. No more jokes or quiet moments of intimacy. Just him and an rock that used to belong to you. But it was you, despite everything. He’s not sure how long he cried, because by the time he was done he had fallen asleep. Kinich woke up the next morning to the vision on his chest and Ajaw curled up asleep in his lap. From there, Kinich wore your vision beside his own. Proof that you once lived and that he had known you. A reminder to fond memories. “You’re asking about this vision? Heh… The story doesn’t have a happy ending, so you’re better off not hearing it. But I’ll tell you if you really want to know.”
notes: suggestive elements!! reader is nefer's assistant in place of jahoda in her oneshot. first post... kinda nervous. (ᵕ—ᴗ—)
━ Arlecchino
Arlecchino always felt apprehensive since you two got together. You were just.. overwhelmingly delicate, making her always reconsider her static, harsh tone when responding to you or softening the conduct of her cursed hands when she'd groom your wings. Arlecchino adored your wings, the downy feathers, floofly, sensitive, and fragile. Everyone noticed the great margin of edge Arlecchino lost when she had gotten with you; she's become more curt and dimissive with everything else, only caring about returning to her lovey dovey angel at home.
Arlecchino feels profoundly endeared by spectating you tend and care for the children at the house of the hearth. Seeing you sweetly let them pat your wings curiously and amuse their youthful ramblings makes her feel achingly satisfied. Later in the night, when you two are tucked close in bed, she strokes your wings languidly, brushing on your back between them where she knew would elicit a squeamish, tiny whine. "You.. did good today with all the children." Her praise is sparse, but holds weight, making your head feel fuzzy; it makes you quiver as she kisses your temple. "So good for me, dove.."
Arlecchino was never.. a fan of preening. It's a routine thing she integrated unconsciously, unaware it'd be a mundanity added to her life when she got with you. But, how could she not concede when you'd come to her, needily sulking and griping about the uncomfortable weight of your wings? She has a special brush for your pristine plumes, her talon fingers ever so gently plucking feathers that were coming loose, clicking her tongue when you'd squirm from the receptive nerves being rubbed repeatedly. "Behave please.. I know you know how to sit still for me pretty." Her scolding is tender but austere, it makes your cheeks hot; you can only nod and muffle your ticklish reactions by arching your back a little, making Arlecchino target your most sensitive spots deliberately, acting coy and ingenuous if you catch on. She has a thing for seeing you struggle.
Seeing you fly is one of Arlecchino's most precious, favorite sights. Seeing you soar, giggle, the sun coating your face and you so unbound, it makes her feel queasy. She always feels almost unnerved by her immense affection for you, uncoordinated in expressing it and still fully acclimating with her fervor towards caring for something so dainty. When you come down from the sky, she wordlessly pets your head, humming. "You are a marvel.. aren't you?." She tilts her head with a small, tenuous smile, it makes you feel giddy and jovial. "Now, come along angel, I have imperative things to finish."
It's only natural you draw attention when you both go out to town. In Fontaine, people will gather around you, ask for photos and of your origins. In Snezhnaya, the attention is much less concentrated, but still very much present, especially when certain comrades.. (Childe) like to get personal and show a bothering amount of interest in you. Arlecchino gets inherently displeased; there's a fissure in her composure, a twitch her lips. You can always sense it, she'll mire your hand with hers, her voice snipped and taut. When you get back to her manor, she'll be noticeably more brooding until you show her your dose of affection. Arlecchino is never one to profess her jealousy, she'll just innovate ways to subdue those feelings. You'll be in her lap by the fire, her hands on your lower back, thumbs tracing your navel to your stomach. "Maybe I should carve my initials into these pretty wings baby.." She'll propose sternly, making you whimper, her tone scaringly serious before she chuckles quietly. "Oh, but.. I couldn't hurt you. Don't get pouty."
Arlecchino will be away for long periods when she's dispatched into another region for a mission, this is when she is seen at her most irritable and prone to snapping. She would bring you, but the last thing she'd ever compromise is your safety. She writes you letters every night, making sure you're doing fine managing the orphanage and if you are taking care of yourself. She knows you're an needy thing, she'll make sure to promise you an extended wing grooming and a more erotic reward if you're feeling especially antsy from her absence.
━ Lauma
Oh, sweet Lauma, the poor woman almost had a heart attack when she first saw your divine, delphic beauty. She was gathering berries around the rural springs of Hiisi Island when she first spotted you knelt by a river. You were dipping your wings into the water like a swan would, grooming the ruffled feathers and humming quietly. It was safe to say, from that day on, Lauma worshipped a completely new goddess.
Lauma is.. a quite bit overbearing when it comes to you. If you're feeling drowsy, she's immediately offering a remedy, a massage, maybe a kiss? If you're feeling sad, she's immediately cooing and coddling you. Lauma is even a tad bit possessive, although she'll never admit to that aspect of her needy affection for you. She'll usher you to stay in your bedroom or constantly tag along when she's tending to animals or her fellow frostmoon scions. She loves to gush, fawn to the members of her community about you, loving how shy you get in front of others. "Oh yes, she loves when I rub her wings! They're very ticklish, aren't they dear?" Your face is entirely aflush by the time she's finished doting with her sisters, making her vehemently worry that you possibly caught a fever.
Lauma became a bit more.. provocative ever since she had gotten with you. Whenever you'd two would go into the forest to find somewhere to bathe, she purposefully disrobe in front of you to watch you seize up and cower behind your wings. When you two are close, her hand always lingers on your lower back, guiding, but wandering. When she hugs you, she smothers your face in her large bust, making you squeal. Lauma loves to coo at you when you become all nervous and shy; stroking your wings and shushing you. "Don't hide your face please.." Her imploring, dulcet tone always gets you, making you plaintively fold away your wings from hiding your face, making Lauma gently smile. "There's my pretty angel.. I won't tease you anymore, promise."
Lauma is obsessed with kissing your wings, taking a lot of persuasion and pleading on her end to compel you into indulging her wants. She'll utter prayers while pressing her wet lips to every crease and silken dip in your supple, lush plumes; her hands tracing the arcing edges of them and inhaling their scent. It's religious, reverent, voracious; she'll sometimes pinch or give a little nibble in a way that makes you squeak and grab onto her antlers just the way she likes for stability. She'll rear her head to almost buck into your hands, making them glow as she rocks upwards, something that happens whenever she's aroused. It makes you completely flustered. "Your noises are so nice.. I can't help myself, apologies dear.." She'll giggle, her voice velvetly, her dilated eyes tracking your pretty face the entirety of her oral exploration of your wings.
Lauma is pathetic for you, even if she tries to futilely act inconspicuous about it. If she notices even a sliver of discomfort on your face, she's dismissing herself from whatever she's doing to find somewhere to have you in her lap. If it's your wings, she'll coo and begin to rub your back; knowing the weight of the divine appendages could cause tension right between your shoulderblades. Lauma learned that you produce a vibrating sound close to purring whenever she does this; rubbing all the areas that make you sigh, melt into her. Lauma puts your needs above all else, cooing at you throughout her ministrations. You'll feel guilty for taking her time, Lauma taking that as a personal offense. "Don't feel bad dear.. just let me make you feel good, okay?." She strokes near the lower center of your back in ticklish, languorous passes with her nimble fingertips, making you arch and hide your face; her not ceasing till you nod furiously, her kissing your cheek, savoring your winsome, petulant humiliation. "It's my duty to worship you.. you know that, right?" She laughs, soft and dreamily.
━ Nefer
Nefer always thought you were frightened by her. She remembers the day you came in for an interview to be her close secretary and assistant; tumbling over words, thoughts incohesive, and your eyes anxiously darting away when they'd meet hers. You were a little mess under her scrutiny, a divine creature acting like schoolgirl with her crush, it was a.. sight. Nefer may be a very selective, strict woman, but as long as you could listen; seeing your pretty face around her agency, always petting your wings nervously when she'd call you to her office for a new task, she felt pleased having you bustle around to complete her bidding. She felt almost bad, unconsciously softening her voice with you and compensating you more for missions. She became a little indulgent with you, testing just how much you pour into earning her praise; you were her dutiful, eager little angel.
Nefer is intrinsically independent, she thinks she does things much more concise, cleaner than others, and she's definitely correct when compared to you. You're clumsy, always knocking over things with your ditzy, large wings, it's frustratingly endearing. Nefer would request simple things like a glass of water, a document on her desk just to give you a rewarding scratch on your wings' feathers. She loves seeing you squeak and tense, bearing her touch and biting your lip to contain any embarrassing noises, it's amusing. "You react so scared, 'm just scratching.. are they really that sensitive?." She'll muse, her pinching you barely to see you shrink backwards. "Get back to work, don't let it get to your head too much." She likes to see that slight dejection your face has when she cuts her affection short, shooing you off with a small chuckle.
Nefer has her.. days where she's more agitated, more impatient from her workload, so she naturally takes out on you. If you're behind a deadline, spilling her stack of papers into a scatter on the floor, maybe just breathing near her wrong, she'll bend you over her knee. You.. don't complain much, just wiggle your hips, arch your back whenever her hand comes down hard on your backside. It's humiliating, just how much you're enjoying it, how your thighs squeeze together subtly before she wedges them apart. Nefer never hides her satisfaction, seeing your wings seize up with every slap! or how you stifle little, keening sounds into the couch, eyes glassy and face hidden with embarrassment. When you start crying, she'll stroke your wings, kiss between your shoulderblades softly, licking your skin to see your wings flap, thumping on her couch. "You took it so good this time sweets, don't whine so much." She'll chide, albeit her voice is much gentler than usual; her hand rubs your reddened thighs and rear, tracing your spine with her nail to see you tremble. "Be better at your work and there will be no more of this.. easy, right?"
There's certain rules you wouldn't expect being hired for Nefer, like how she has a dresscode just for you. She buys you pretty, frilly gowns or skirts, usually in shades of translucent white to match with your wings. Seeing you amble around looking all pretty in the clothing she tailored just for you is a sight for sore eyes, a little distraction from the repetition of her convoluted work; she loves especially how you haven't noticed that the words 'property of Nefer, return if gets lost while flying' is stitched onto the back in a small font.
One of her 'comrades' or rather, frequent visitors, Yelan happened to have her eyes wander to you while in Nefer's office for business matters, much to Nefer's displeasure. Yelan would sit across from her over drinks with that prideful, subtle smirk, humming. Yelan prods too much, asks questions about your relationships and if you'd ever leave Nefer's side for a better job offer. Nefer immediately shuts her advancements down, tautly smiling with furrowed brows, seething. "She's very much.. loyal to me, you're out of luck. Besides, we both know who's more competent here in pleasing her." You were behind a near wall while overhearing Nefer's outburst, flustered and awkwardly fidgeting while the two women kept bickering heatedly. It probably wasn't the best idea to ask Nefer if Yelan was.. open minded any time soon. (you want both of them.)
In a dark crowded room, through a million faces, hey I'll find you
Note: blood mentioned in Alrlecchino's, drinking in Nefer's, all are drabbles (100 words exactly)
Stealin' kisses off the back of your neck
Wanderer stumbles through the streets of Sumeru city with his classes mates calling out behind him, "c'mon Hat Guy!" He flips them off in response. After fumbling with his keys for far too long, he's partner opens the door to greet him. He mutters an irritable response, kicking off his shoes, and slowly makes he's way through their shared home. He washes his face before heading to bed, unprepared for tomorrow's hangover. He's partner tries to fix his hair in the back, placing a kiss on the nape of his neck. Wanderer ignores his reaction to this, and their cheeky grin.
Lauma fixes her hair again before adjusting the flowers on her arms for the third time. "Hey," her lover calls out gently from behind, "you look beautiful as always." She feels an arm wrap around her shoulder, being pulled into their chest. "Our people will listen to you, and they will make their own choices." They kiss the back of her neck before moving in front of her, adjusting her bangs. They smile fondly, softly taking her hands in theirs, giving them an encouraging squeeze. "I love you," they kiss her cheek, "I'll be here for you no matter what happens."
There's this rumor making waves throughout Nasha Town, "just after dusk you can see the ghost of a real goddess! She floats and everything!" Although Columbina finds this amusing, it halted her plans of exploring. However, her partner came up with a plan. Making arrangements to sleep all day, they peruse around before dawn arrived. The two had fun walking around the "ghost town". The shopkeepers kept quiet while they browsed. Local snacks in hand, they watched the sunrise over the ocean from the city's highest peak. Columbina kisses the back of their neck, as a thank you a wonderful memory.
In a dark crowded room, through a million faces
The Voynich Guild holds a party to celebrate another successful year, with Nefer always being the hostess. The Curatorium of Secrets serves as the venue, making Jahoda run wild and Nefer's partner the bartender for the night. While Nefer was making and keeping connections; their job was to make every guest feel welcome, including overhearing interesting conversations. As the night comes to an end, Nefer walks over to the bar, ordering a stiff drink. Her partner slides a glass of water her way. She rolls her eyes, catching their smirk and wink before seeing another guild member off by the door.
There was always something about a certain someone who catches Flins' attention. He would see them with the Lightkeepers, determination in their eyes along with the others. Laughing the night away over drinks with Varka and the knights. Catching up with Jahoda while eating lunch on a busy afternoon. Having only a few conversations with them; usually being serious, he enjoyed the light hearted ones more. Which brings Flins to today, spotting them in Piramida. He walks over, catching their attention, "didn't expect to see you here today." He lies through his teeth, always hoping to see them in the crowd.
I see you, I feel you
After returning to Mondstadt Varka never truly learned how to relax. There were many nights he would be "keeping watch" by the city walls, or by the door in his own home. His beloved partner took it upon themselves to help him get to sleep. The two would lay in bed together talking about everything and nothing at all. Varka would often talk about the expedition while they hold him close, tracing the new scars. He would eventually fall asleep with them tracing their fingers though his hair, whispering about their day. Or reminding him how he was safe and loved.
The door to their shared room slowly creaked open to reveal Arlecchino returning from her mission, with blood on her face. Her partner didn't say anything. The two met up in the bathroom, with the water running cold, Arlecchino changed clothes as her partner brought a damp rag to her face. Gently whipping away the blood while her previous clothes soaked. Her partner treated the fabric, with her arms wrapped around their shoulder. Eventually they turned in her arms, holding each other, Arlecchino trying to remain grounded in reality. Her partner trying to keep her close, not letting her slip away.
Dragonspine has developed quick changes in it's weather recently, leading the knights to send Albedo to check on the dragon's remains. Why the sent an alchemist for weather patterns, his partner could not understand their reasoning, but refused to let him go alone. Albedo enjoyed their company and assistance with his research. Though he would not tell them is favorite part, this freezing cold weather gave him the perfect excuse to hold them close during all hours of the day. "I told you if you're cold I'll warm you up, nothing to be embarrassed about." He is as cheeky as ever.
Hey I'll find you
His parents would always tell him that he should spend more time around different types of people. Not that Lohen ever listened. They encourage him to go speak to the girl picking flowers, or the boy fishing. Or even the group of kids his age playing pretend. He would always roll his eyes and continue to work on his crossbow. Until he joined the knights, spotting a fellow recruit throwing knifes at a dummy with near perfect accuracy. "There you are..." he mutters, striding over to strike a conversation with them. In that moment, he knew he met his first love.
⠀꒲ ` notes . . . why does every hoyo game suck nowadays and why am i subjected to this hyperfixation (says while choking myself) anyways do we prefer the long or short drabbles chat i need some data 🫵
you (nature, technically) had the perfect mood set up. a night lit only by the stars and the faint yellow wash of candles, a gentle pattering of rain on the blurry windows, and an overall gloom shredding over teyvat. summer storms were honestly a rather fond delight with the intense sunshine parading through the warmer weeks.
your lover waits for you in bed, probably handling important documents or reading over a book of some sort. you, on the more devilish hand, were feeling mischievous. because why would you waste an opportunity to turn a calm evening meant for a cuddle under sheets, into a dramatic scandal?
quietly turning the knob to your bedroom door, heart subtly rabbiting against your ribs, you take a big gulp of air as you face your lover. [char] smiles, but you hollow the giddiness in your expression with a firm glance away.
faking a tremble in your hand, you place it over your heart, voice forcibly more gruff than usual. “[char]…i want to come clean,” that alone catches their breath, “i am no longer in love with you, i am seeming someone else.”
R. DILUC — ⊹ . ݁♡ ˖
HOW DOES HE REACT ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!
ironically, the air chills. your hair stands on end at not the sudden quiet that emerges, but the way diluc refuses to look at you. you are his light. his eyes search for yours restlessly in every crowded room. the thought of granting you such a vulnerable privilege makes his stomach churn.
“alright, i understand.” diluc closes the book in his lap. swinging his legs over the side of the bed, his posture stiff and unsure of whether to stand and face you, or to fall back and cross his arms. “i am…disheartened to hear that. though, you should have mentioned this before you begun to search for another, your haste to leave is…noted.”
letting out a rough huff, he drags a suddenly trembly hand through his flame-bright hair. “i will leave you to rest alone tonight, i don’t want you uncomfortable with my presence. rest well.” because he certainly wouldn’t be.
DOES HE FORGIVE YOU? (╥﹏╥)
eventually.
depends on when you drop the act, honestly. if you let him sleep with the thought of you in the arms of another, he would be angry for months. he is not afraid to hold grudges, he’s held one against kaeya for years, you think he won’t put you under the same scrutiny for pulling something so cruel?
however, if you drag him back right before he can throw on his coat and sleep on the couch? he may be convinced to put you at arms length for less than a week. he loves you, he truly does. but playing around with something so sincere to him as your mutual love and respect is bordering the line of abandonment for him, and he is too afraid to test the strength of that rope again.
TARTAGLIA — ⊹ . ݁♡ ˖
HOW DOES HE REACT ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!
ajax is utterly, and completely, aghast. YOU? daring to love someone other than HIM? even his babcia has better grace in avoiding the question of; who the favourite grandchild is, while sneaking him pierogi beneath the table! you are BEYOND shameless!
truly, he is genuinely hurt. the fact he’s giving you a sharp glare, and an awfully long head shake says enough.
“wow, okay. not what i…expected on such a cozy night. you really couldn’t have picked out a better time to say all this, huh?” his laugh sounded more empty than teasing. “i’ll…well, i don’t actually know what to say to that, or if i should even console you.”
the silence lingers for a while, before he ultimately gets up and decides to pace. “i’ll definitely be taking back my mom’s barszcz (borscht) recipe, you can’t go trading off family secrets to someone else.” he’s unsure of what to do with his hands as his wandering around the room leads him to stand right in front of you. he’d grovel if he didn’t know you pretty well by now.
“oh, and i’m definitely taking all the kids in the divorce.”
DOES HE FORGIVE YOU? (╥﹏╥)
he found out pretty early into your little show that it was all a prank. you had your tells, and he would be embarrassed to not be able to spot at least one. however, just because he found out pretty early, doesn’t mean he will forgive you that easily.
he expects the full princess treatment.
he was quite hurt at one point! it’s one thing to say you don’t love him anymore, because hey, he’s got anecdotal evidence from last night that says otherwise, but to include that you went on to find someone ELSE? it nipped at his pride just the slightest. he wouldn’t admit that aloud, obviously. what’s he got to be jealous over anyway? you can’t find anyone crazier than him, both romantically and murderously!
that’s the beauty of his life! to coat you in kisses while his bloodstained palms cradle you! no he isn’t absolutely glaring at the short little mondstadt brat who’s taken an interest in you—but you do promise that he’s your favorite sparring buddy right? you won’t trade him off for anyone else? you’ll come home to cuddle and patch HIS wounds at the end of the day?
yes, he forgives you—but how much he nags you about your companions and competes with his own flattened ego isn’t much of an upgrade from what his resentment could’ve been.
NINGGUANG — ⊹ . ݁♡ ˖
HOW DOES SHE REACT ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!
she gives you a serious glance up and down. the countless of papers in her skilled fingers now filtering through her hands a little slower. she licks the edge of her thumb to tuck between two pages of a document, and laughs. “no you are not. lay down.” she even has the humble heart to pat the spot next to her as if you hadn’t said anything at all.
when you stood your ground, a little agitated at her inability to play with your theatrics, she squeezes your nose bridge between her thumb and forefinger and drags toy to her eye level.
“no one in liyue is quite so ill-willed as to steal you from my hands. you will sit, apologise, and turn to go to bed.” she says it like she’s simply reciting a report, and not scolding you for being unashamedly bratty. “trust me, dear. you cannot pay for the luxury of my jealousy with something so benign.”
DOES SHE FORGIVE YOU? (╥﹏╥)
she does, but not graciously. she treats every one of your attempts at gaining her attention as a transaction. relay some information to her, you might be met with some proper eye contact. if you pass her a document, she may be kind as to let her hand drift past yours.
she may have forgotten your kiss that morning. she swears it’s not intentional, but with the way she grins at your whining you can tell she isn’t really attempting hide her distaste at your antics, as much as she is trying to match your ludicrosity with shenanigans of her own.
ningguang claims this is a “play stupid games, win stupid prizes” situation, but she’s quite enjoying seeing you squirm so desperately.
FURINA — ⊹ . ݁♡ ˖
HOW DOES SHE REACT ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!
“WHAT!?”
first, she’s pissed at the first you interrupted an important crescendo in the vinyl records she was starting to hum along to, and second she’s pissed THAT’S what you decided to disturb her about!
furina doesn’t go outside enough to even pinpoint who in the world might’ve stolen your heart. there are plenty of eligible bachelors out that there would surely be pleased to have you. the entire idea makes her insides twist into knots, a ghoulish green darkens over her forehead, beads of sweat pricking her skin.
“hold on,” furina sucks in a huge breath, probably to swallow down a cry, shaking her hands out in denial, “aren’t you supposed to keep this sort of thing hidden? like a secret mistress that your first lover can’t find about because it disturbs both sides of the family that tried to keep you two together because—“ she’s rambling now. she knows it.
usually she would knock it off by any inkling of word vomit. keeps up the mystique and performance, she says. but panic overrides shame. better to distract herself from something so horrifically real, than to engage and realise that she will forever be a replacement for something greater.
DOES SHE FORGIVE YOU? (╥﹏╥)
NO!
yes, over time. she should’ve known by now that you were being a mere lousy comedian. this is how your relationship started in the first place. she was a fool to trust the mad words of a jester clown dressed in her lover’s robes. you can absolutely compensate by supplying her with desserts, but if you dare bring her something from a bakery instead of making it yourself, she will absolutely sulk.
the audacity to put her through utter turmoil as if it’s a stage show, and then buy her something prepackaged instead of made with love!! next time, she’ll be setting the house on fire, see how you enjoy a dramatic spectacle then.
WRIOTHESLEY — ⊹ . ݁♡ ˖
HOW DOES HE REACT ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!
wriothesley quirks a brow. his toned muscles flexing with an unnerving tension. fingers gently skimming over his ring. “is that right?” he nods, dragging a firm hand over the obvious grin peeling through his huffy disappointment. dragging you close with one arm around your waist, he stares up at you. face all smug and complaisant. “i wonder who in the fortress fit your fancy. you’ve got pretty high standards, after all. must be a real catch.”
“too bad,” he chuckles, a sudden click on your wrist draws your attention. a sterling silver, one not too different from your wedding band, chains itself to both your wrists. “you’re stuck with me, darling.”
DOES HE FORGIVE YOU? (╥﹏╥)
he doesn’t care. call it cockiness, ego, or mere trust, but he knows your tomfoolery off by heart now. however, he knows that if he was still green in your relationship, this would’ve genuinely scarred him in some way. maybe not in a lifelong traumatic experience way, but in the way that it carves a certain part of your heart and fills with an ominous expectation for the worst.
he’s secure now, he knows it. or at least hopes that’s the case. that “what if it was real” factor definitely kept him up for a night or two. if you catch him staring at his ring finger a little more often, or keeping a tighter arm around your waist during greetings, don’t mention it.
NEFER — ⊹ . ݁♡ ˖
HOW DOES SHE REACT ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!
nefer has never been amused by your antics. she will scoff or laugh, sometimes maybe join you before flicking at your forehead in gentle reprimand. but she never takes you seriously. even less so, when the subject of your comedy comes to a poorly thought out cheating scandal.
“you don’t leave the house enough to meet someone in nod krai, someone who i don’t know no less, who would be willing to deal with your mischief,” she snickers, leaning back against her arm chair to prop her chin up on her palm, eyes narrowing with an awfully mirthful scrutiny, “let alone someone from another nation.”
when you stumble with your words, she shakes her head. “besides, if you were disloyal, i would be the first to know—and the first to bury you.”
you can’t exactly tell if that was meant to be a joke or not…
DOES SHE FORGIVE YOU? (╥﹏╥)
if there’s no evidence for it, or a whisper of a scandal even in something so painfully biased and boring as the papers, she does not believe you. honestly, you should be apologising for that pitiable performance you put on, and for the fact you thought she would truly fall for it. don’t offend her intelligence.
LOHEN — ⊹ . ݁♡ ˖
HOW DOES HE REACT ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!
well, he was deep in coating his dagger with an inky cyanide concoction, so you’re lucky he’s learned the sound of your footsteps from all your countless attempts at sneaking behind him, otherwise who knows where that silver would’ve ended up.
he’s startled, but not because he believes you, because he’s surprised you have the audacity to be so forward.
“this is low for you, but i’m probably worse for enjoying it.” he chuckles, putting the lacerated knife-edge through your dresser, accompanying several, scathing marks in the wood from previous attempts. lifting you up just slightly off the floor, his arms beneath your thighs to keep you close, lohen’s sharp grin presses against your stomach.
“is it captain eula? she’s grown into a fine knight in her own right, but you’d probably get bored of her quiet real quick. i’d say diluc, he’s got the charisma for it, but you don’t like them too sweet and simple, do you?” he sets you down, forcing you to stare directly into his intense gaze with a small flick of his finger beneath your chin. “or is it master varka that’s caught your attention? i should’ve known to sneak more kuuvahki plants in his dandelion wine…”
yeah, now he’s just listing off people he wants to fight. hey, maybe if you get close to them with some flirting he’d be able to!
DOES HE FORGIVE YOU? (╥﹏╥)
yeah of course. he won’t lie, the entire ordeal made him feel oddly giddy. he’s a masochist and sadist all in one, and when you’re involved with the indulgence of subtle torture? it makes his heart race. he doesn’t really know why you decided to do something like this, or where it came from, but it was awfully enjoyable.
truly, he should be thanking you for letting him find things out about himself so shamelessly. next time, try to make it more realistic by seducing an actual knight instead of acting the pitiable spouse, it’s much more enjoyable seeing you squirm then.
Yandere Genshin characters thoughts because I'm bored and also it might be ooc, it's been ages since I've written anything for genshin
Characters- Lohen, Varka, Pantalone, Tsaritsa, Nefer
Lohen is not above anything the worst you can think of. He won't wait around and let you come to him slowly, putting in all the fake effort. That's not how he works, what he wants, he'll get. Even if that means having to drag you along with him kicking and screaming or even slipping a thing or two into your drink. Who would even question him, all they see is a favonius knight taking care of a drunk citizen.
Varka, on the other hand can wait. He'll let you come to him slowly, take time to conveniently find you while being out on his patrol or while he's trying to avoid all the paperwork he has to do. He'll sweep you off your feet, bringing you gifts, spending time with you and you won't even realise that people around you have slowly stopped getting closer or even showing up, God forbid you confront him or tell any other Citizen of what he's doing, I mean, there's no way their Grandmaster could do such a thing right?
Pantalone is not above using his money to make sure you stay with him, perhaps you took out a lone, perhaps you needed the money to live. Whatever it was, he'll make sure you'll stay unaware that he was the one who created those circumstances. He keeps you on a tight leash with the thought of money always hanging above your head, one wrong move and you can watch everyone you cared for crumble around you. All his affection comes with a price tag, how dare you not reciprocate his efforts. Investments do have to give returns after all.
The Tsaritsa isn't above keeping you trapped in the palace, she's already dealt with too many loses and she refuses to let there be anymore. She makes sure no one knows of your existence in the palace. She can't risk it and she won't. Only a select few people are aware you exist but even then, they have no clue where you are in the sprawling Palace. All they know is that if they see a mysterious figure roaming the corners of the palace with her majesty's symbol on their clothes to stay far away from them at all times.
Nefer is not above using your secrets to keep you with her. She knows exactly what you've done and she won't hesitate in using what she knows to keep you in line and you know she'll do it because the first time you dared to cross the lines she set, she let a secret slip. Running away won't help either, she has eyes everywhere and people who owe her countless favours and more importantly, who's believe someone with so many secrets over Nefer?
a/n: i havent posted anything ff related in a WHILE bc ive been super sick these past few months :( however i felt a random surge of motivation at 1am to do this so here we are
basically along w traveler you were captured by dottore and these are like how uh they reacted i guess idfk
these can be interpreted romantically or platonically idfk
flins
-hes so nonchalant about it but hes actually super upset
-he literally JUST told dottore about how he didnt like how he took hostages and now you're essentially a hostage. how funny.
-he slightly blames himself but it all happened so fast-- one moment you and the traveler were there and the next moment *poof* you were gone.
-understood that there wasn't much he could do when you were captured but still stayed in tune to what was happening with you
-locked in extra hard during the final fight as a sort of revenge i suppose, though he would've locked in either way
"it's more then a little disingenuous to speak of achieving greatness while taking hostages. or does honor not mean anything to you?"
durin
-MELTDOWN.
-hysterics i tell you, hysterics. no one has seen him this upset since he was an abyss corrupted dragon.
-(this was made more complicated considering he's still trying to understand his own emotions after all)
-had a hard time focusing on ANYTHING while you were gone because he was so distracted by what could be happening to you
-unlike flins, he had more to do with your rescue mission, and nearly CHEERED when he saw you and the traveler being carried by wanderer
-pulled you into a hug the moment you landed on solid ground :-)
-he unfortunately used too much force and hit his horns against your forehead by accident (there was a bruise for weeks)
"i dont want to hurt you. are you sure you're not worried?"
nefer
-like flins she tries to be nonchalant about the whole situation but feels responsibility towards getting you out of this situation
-when she was looking at what was happening through the travelers pov, she instantly checked to make sure you were okay
-(she then realized it was kinda rude to the traveler to be more concerned with your wellbeing then theres, but when has nefer ever put too much thought into politeness, its not as if either of you were going to find out)
-the logical side of her doesnt blame herself as much for your capture as other characters do, but again, she feels responsible to help bring you and the traveler back
-was almost reluctant to stop looking at what was happening after dottore found out because that meant you and the travelers state being unknown to her
"people only see what they want to-- so don't be your own fool."
wanderer
-oh dottore is DEAD.
-he already had enough of a reason to take some form of revenge on dottore as it was, now two of his closest companions were captured? that wont go down well.
-again, like nefer and flins, he attempted to be nonchalant about it. he obviously trusted you and the travelers abilities but..
-he also knew dottore was a cruel excuse of a life form and didnt have much trust that you two would be okay
-when he did make it through the barrier, his first thought was not revenge, but rescue
-(he was a little disappointed not one of his anemo cut thingys hit dottore, but oh well)
-as much as he didnt want to admit it, it was around this time he realized that he cared more about your wellbeing then any form of revenge
-(he did not admit this to you, however, when you asked.)
"why the long face? hey, im not blaming you okay? and i'm not complaining either. rescuing you and killing dottore are equally important goals."
