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The humid air of Gandharva Ville clung to your skin as you moved with ease along the winding wooden paths, your satchel of medicinal herbs bouncing gently against your hip. The morning sun coloured through the dense canopy, painting the world in shades of emerald and gold. It was a beautiful day, which made the knot of anxiety in your stomach feel all the more out of place.
For the past few weeks, this feeling had been your constant companion. Its culprit? Tighnari. You saw him now, up ahead near the training grounds, his tall ears twitching as he listened to a junior ranger's report. Your steps faltered. You considered taking a different path, just to avoid his scrutiny for a few more minutes. But it was too late. Those sharp eyes, the horizontally split colours of brown and jade green with pale pupils, flicked towards you, and he calls you over.
“(Y/N). A word.”
His voice was calm, level, but it sent a jolt through your system. You slowly approached with your hands clasped tightly behind your back to hide their slight tremble.
“Master Tighnari,” you said, keeping your gaze fixed on the natural patterns on his clothes.
“Your report on the contaminated region in the Chinvat Ravine,” he began, pulling a sheet of paper from his own folder. Your handwriting looked more disorganised compared to his precise script. “You noted a 'significant decrease' in the region's radius. By what metric? Visual estimation?”
Your heart sank. “I... I tracked the perimeter and compared it to the last map, sir.”
“Did you use a measuring cord? Or did you simply pace it out?” he pressed, his tone not unkind, but relentlessly exacting.
“I... paced it,” you admitted, your cheeks flushing. “But I was very careful-”
“Careful is not accurate,” he interrupted, his tail giving a single, sharp flick. “Inaccurate data is worse than no data at all, (Y/N). It leads to complacency. It creates a false sense of security. If you're going to do something, do it correctly. Redo the survey. Use the proper tools.”
The words were a physical blow. “Yes, Master Tighnari.”
You waited for more, for some sign of approval, or at least a dismissal that wasn't so cold. But he had already turned back to his notes. “Dismissed.”
It was the same every day. A correction of your herb-gathering technique: “You bruised the Starshroom's stem, which compromises its potency.” A critique of your patrol route efficiency: “Three minutes wasted on a redundant check. In an emergency, three minutes is a lifetime.” It was relentless. You were trying so hard, pouring every ounce of your being into your duties, and it was never, ever enough.
Blinking back the sting of tears, you turned and fled, not towards the Chinvat Ravine, but down a smaller, secluded path that led to a quiet stream. You slumped against a moss-covered tree, finally letting the tears fall. Why? You admired him more than anyone and valued his philosophy and views. Yet it seemed he found you… lacking. Incompetent. The thought made your chest ache.
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Meanwhile, from a distance, Tighnari watched you go, his keen ears catching the faint, choked sob you tried to stifle. His shoulders slumped, and a heavy sigh escaped him. He clenched the report in his hand, the paper crinkling in his grip.
He saw your potential so clearly that it was like a beacon. You were diligent, compassionate, and had an innate connection to the forest that couldn't be taught. And that was the problem. You were exactly the kind of ranger who would one day throw yourself headfirst into danger without a second thought for your own safety. The thought of you facing a rishboland tiger with a dulled blade, or misjudging a contaminated region because of a rushed survey… it made his blood run cold.
His strictness was a shield he built around you. Every critique was a stone added to the wall, designed to make you stronger, sharper, more resilient. He couldn't bear the thought of a single hair on your head being harmed because he had been too lenient. Even if you thought of him as Teyvat's harshest ranger, so be it. It was a price he was willing to pay for your future safety.
He loved the way your eyes lit up with understanding when you mastered a new concept. He loved the determined look when you were focused. He loved your compassion for all life. But to confess it? Unthinkable. It would be a distraction. It would compromise his ability to teach you, to protect you. And so, he channelled all that fierce, protective affection into a relentless drive for your improvement.
He just wished his approach didn't seem to be causing you so much pain. But even so, he would remain strict. He would continue to push you. It was the only way he knew how to keep the person he loves safe in a forest full of unseen dangers. He just hoped that one day, when you become the most capable ranger in Gandharva Ville, you might understand.
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Later, you managed to calm down after two hours by the stream. The gentle sound of water and the painted sunlight shining through this area had soothed your nerves, even if they couldn't solve the problem. Your tears had dried, as you then returned to your duties with quiet determination. You went straight to the equipment shed and collected what was needed before you set off for the Chinvat Ravine without a word to anyone. Your movements were precise. You would give him no reason to find fault this time.
The work was slow and tedious. Laying the cord, checking the markers, meticulously recording the data in a new, neat table on a fresh sheet of paper. The sun climbed higher, the humidity thickening. Sweat trickled down your temple, but you didn't rush.
It was late afternoon by the time you finished, your muscles aching, but your report flawless. You placed it on his desk in his office, noting he wasn't there. Thankfully, a small mercy.
Your next task was cataloguing the medicinal herbs, plants & fungi. You were in the cool, earth-scented storage hut, counting bundles of Nilotpala Lotuses until the door creaked open. You see a distinctive silhouette framed in the doorway you recognise. Tighnari.
You kept your eyes fixed on the ledger. “Master Tighnari. I've completed the re-survey of the Chinvat Ravine. The report is on your desk.”
There was a pause. You could feel his gaze on you; softer, less analytical.
“I saw it,” he said, his voice quieter than usual. He didn't step fully into the hut, lingering at the threshold. “The data was exemplary.”
The praise was so unexpected that it was physically disorienting. “Thank you, sir.”
There were several minutes of silence until he called out your name again.
“(Y/N)...” he began, then stopped. You heard him take a slow breath. “The forest... it is unforgiving. It does not care for good intentions, only for correct actions.”
“I understand that, sir.” Your voice was tight.
“Do you?” The question was soft, almost to himself. He finally took a step inside. The space suddenly felt much smaller. “It is a ranger's duty to be prepared for the worst the forest can offer. Not just its flora and fauna, but its... inherent deception. A path that seems stable can crumble. A plant that seems harmless can carry a potent toxin.”
“I am aware of the dangers,” you said, finally risking a glance at him. Your eyes, still slightly red-rimmed from crying, met his split coloured ones. “I'm not a child.”
“No,” he agreed, his voice dropping even lower, earnest tone you had never heard him use. “You are not. And that is what makes it so...” He cut himself off, his ears flattening slightly against his head in a rare show of frustration. He looked away, towards the neatly stacked herbs. “Just... ensure you check the strength and quality of your rope before your next canopy survey. A humid environment can weaken the fibres.”
And with that, he turned and left, the door swinging shut behind him, leaving you alone in the hut more confused than ever. Perhaps he does see your worth and value.
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But it wasn't until the next day where his momentary softness had been extinguished, as Tighnari had reverted back to his old ways with a much more relentless demeanour. It was as if your moment with him yesterday had all been a fantasy. From dawn patrol to midday herb-processing, his voice was a constant, sharp correction in your ear.
“Your stance is unbalanced. A strong wind would topple you.”
“Your knife angle is wrong. You're wasting valuable material.”
“That identification was slow. Hesitation can be fatal.”
Each word was a needle, pricking at the fragile peace you had built the day before. The confusion you had felt in the storage hut curdled into a cold, hard lump of despair. There was no winning. There was no pleasing him. The hope that had flickered briefly had now been extinguished.
The breaking point came as you presented your findings. Your temporary moment with him from yesterday late afternoon had encouraged you to do a write up. Truth was you didn't get much sleep last night, since you didn't want to miss your chance of gaining his approval and that maybe he didn't have to criticise you all the time. Your hands trembled with exhaustion that's shuffled through your poorly organised notes.
“Stop.”
Tighnari's voice cut through the humid air of the Avidya Forest. He didn't need to stride over; the stern tone in his voice and the sharpness in his eyes says it all. He took the parchment from your hands, his eyes scanning any inconsistency.
“This isn't a hypothesis, (Y/N).”
“This is a fantasy,” Tighnari continued, his tail swishing with a sharp, irritated flick. He held your parchment up, the paper seeming to wilt under his scrutiny. “You’ve based this entire proposal on a single, unstable reagent interaction observed at dusk, under highly specific humidity levels you haven’t even quantified. You haven’t accounted for soil variation, for the pollinating insects' cycle, for anything!”
He tossed the notes onto a nearby worktable, the sound like a slap. “And this proposed collection method? Are you trying to get yourself killed? That area is unstable and crawling with fungi that are particularly aggressive at this time of year. Your safety protocol is a single line about ‘being careful.’ It’s insulting.”
He presses on, gesturing to your disorganized notes. “This isn’t the work of a Forest Ranger. This is the work of someone who values a flash of intuition over solid, painstaking evidence. You’re better than this, so why would you hand me this?”
You attempt to explain, “I tried so hard, I stayed up all night finishing this. I-”
Tighnari doesn't let you finish. “Stayed up all night? Do you think sleep deprivation is a badge of honour? A justification for sloppy work?! If you couldn't complete it, you could've requested an extension. Every decision you make, including skipping sleep, can cost the lives of yourself and the people around you. The forest doesn't care how hard you tried-”
Your knees buckled, hitting the soft wood with a dull thud. Your relentless tears that were almost equivalent to a stream, poured down your face, hot and unrestrained. You wrapped your arms around yourself, your body shaking with the force of your sobs.
“I quit!” you blubbered, your voice thick and broken, looking at him through your tear-filled eyes. “I'll move to Mondstadt! I'll be a bartender, a florist, I don't care! I'll be safer there, won't I?! I know there are dangers everywhere, I just-”
You gasped for air, the words tumbling out in a torrent of pure, unadulterated pain. “I've had enough! I can't do this anymore! I want to stop... I just want to stop hating myself every time you look at me.”
Your final words were choked and utterly defeated. You then curled in on yourself, sobbing heavily into your hands. It wasn't just about the critiques; it was the corrosive self-loathing they bred. The belief that you were fundamentally inadequate.
Tighnari stood frozen; his ears flattened completely against his head and his tail went still. All the colour had drained from his face. Your words, your raw, agonized confession, struck him with the force of a physical blow. He saw the result of his 'protection'; you sobbing on your knees, crushed and ready to flee the very forest you loved. The sight of you, utterly broken and sobbing at his feet, shattered Tighnari’s world.
He took a shaky breath as he slowly knelt before you, his movements hesitant, unlike his usual confident grace. Gently, ever so gently, he reached out. His hands, usually occupied with tools and reports, hovered for a second before he placed them on your shoulders. His touch was feather-light.
“(Y/N)...” he whispered, his voice hoarse, stripped of all its former authority. It was just a raw, pained sound.
You didn't pull away, but your sobs seemed to hiccup in surprise. He took it as a good sign, as he slowly and carefully, drew you forward. He didn't force you, he simply created a space for you against his chest. He guided your head to rest on his shoulder, one hand moving to cradle the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair.
He felt your entire body tremble against him, the heat of your tears soaking through his clothes. This was his doing. He had reduced the sweet determined ranger to this.
“I'm sorry,” he breathed into your hair, his voice thick with an emotion he could no longer suppress. “I am so... profoundly sorry.”
He held you as you cried, his own vision blurring. He held you through the storm. His strict, analytical mind finally, truly understanding the cost of his methods. He had been so focused on forging a blade that could never break that he had forgotten he was holding a living, feeling heart in his hands.
“I never... I never wanted you to hate yourself,” he murmured, his voice a low, desperate rumble against you. “That was never the point. The point was... the point was that I see you. I see your talent, your spirit, your incredible potential. And the thought of that light being extinguished by some preventable mistake in the forest... it terrifies me.”
He took a shaky breath, his hold on you tightening gently, a silent plea for you to understand. “My harshness was never a measure of your failure, (Y/N). It was a testament to my own fear. For you.”
You sniffled as you attempt to reason with him, not wanting to burden him any longer. “But with the forest dangerous, I can be safer in Mondstadt... You wouldn't have to be terrified...”
He pulled back just enough to look at you, his hands moving to cradle your face, his thumbs gently wiping away the tears that tracked through your skin. His eyes that were usually sharp had widened with anguish.
“No,” he said, the word firm but his voice trembling. “No, (Y/N). That is the one outcome I cannot bare. The forest is dangerous, yes. But the thought of you in Mondstadt, safer, yes. But gone from here, gone from me, that is a different kind of terror.”
His thumbs stroked your cheeks, his touch gentle and tender.
“I have been a fool. I thought that if I could make you the most perfect, unassailable ranger, I could quiet my own fear. But all I did was push you away. I was trying to armour you against the world, and instead, I became the thing that hurt you the most.”
He finally laid his heart bare, the truth he had hidden beneath a mountain of criticism.
“I am strict with you because I value you above any other trainee. I push you because I see a future for you here that is long and brilliant. I... I tell you off because the simple, terrifying truth is that I love you, (Y/N). And I was too much of a coward to say it, so I let it come out all wrong.”
He leaned his forehead against yours, a gesture of utter intimacy and exhaustion.
“Don't go. Please. Don't leave the forest. Don't leave Gandharva Ville.” His voice dropped to a raw, broken whisper. “Don't leave me.”
He stayed there, his eyes closed, waiting. The fate of his entire world now rested in your hands. It took about half a minute for you to let out a whimpered trembling response.
“I love you too...”
Your whimpered response had struck Tighnari, and was quickly followed by a profound shuddering relief that felt like the weight had been released from his shoulders. He rested with his forehead against yours, taking in the three words that erased the wall between them.
Then, slowly, he moved. He pressed his lips to your forehead, which was both an apology and a conclusion. It was tender, and never before had he allowed himself to show. He then shifted, wrapping his arms around you fully and gathering you onto his lap, holding you tightly against his chest as if you were the most precious and fragile specimen in the entire forest. One hand cradled the back of your head, while the other drew soothing circles on your back.
“Then I have been twice the fool,” he murmured into your hair, his voice thick with emotion. “To have caused you such pain when this was here all along.”
Your sobs have stopped in response, and you could've sworn you were blushing from the way he was holding you. His heart was beating against your torso, you can feel and hear him breathing. You couldn't help but feel that you were dreaming. But the sounds of the forest returned to focus; the leaves rustling, the stream streaming in the distance. Those were the small signs of the current reality present and evolving at the same time.
After a long peaceful moment, he spoke again, his soft yet firm voice, carrying a new kind of resolve. “No more,” he promised. “No more unnecessary harshness. From now on, I will teach you, not as a master to a failing student, but as a partner who believes in you completely. I will show you my faith in you, not just my fear for you.”
He gently tilted your chin up, his horizontally split coloured eyes soft as they gazed into your eyes that were previously red-rimmed from your crying. A small, genuine smile touched his lips. “Your place is here, (Y/N). In the forest. With me.”
You wipe away your dried up tears in an attempt to hide the blushing. “I can't go to Mondstadt. Leaving you, it's unthinkable...” You gently wrap your arms around him in return. “Your harsh words were a translation from love all this time... The language of warmth beneath the cold.”
Tighnari leaned into your embrace, his tail gently swished across the floor as he rested his cheek on top of your head. “I suppose it was... A painful dialect, one I promise to stop speaking. So from now on, I will speak to you in a language of sunlight and warmth of Sumeru's rainforest.” He pulled back just enough to look at you, his expression soft with love.
He then let go and gently stood up, offering you his hand to help you up. When you were on your feet, he didn't let go. Not yet. “Come on, let's get you some zaytun peach tea. And then, we can start again.”
Before he does that, you make a shy suggestion with your cheeks red. “You can be harsh a little bit, toned down, but you can still be Tighnari.”
Tighnari's ears twitched as his eyes sparked deep affection. He squeezed your hand gently with a feeling of love and acceptance. You only asked to temper the sharp edges, but you didn't ask to change him. That meant more to him than you'll ever know.
“A compromise I accept. I will always strive for precision, and I will hold forest rangers to a standard so they can protect themselves and the Avidya Forest. That is who I am.” He glanced at you with a soft affectionate smile. “But it seems I have a new dialect to learn, and I have the perfect teacher.”
A cup of zaytun peach tea was made as the two of you watch the sunset outside of the hut. You recognise that ahead of Gandharva Ville remained a rainforest full of dangers and wonder. But you learn to face it with him, together.