Divine Decoration
Sagau!Fatui fic
Warnings: Reader is considered a god, angsty w/ some fluffy moments, minor blood, mentioned/implied drugging
Notes: pspspspspsps come get your food fatui lovers
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You were a decoration. You knew that from the moment you met those dull eyes. Even as you were shivering, half dead in the snow there wasn't a hint of emotion in them. As though you were staring at a corpse, or perhaps a doll.
You knew you were merely a decoration when you met the owner of the icy tundra that nearly killed you. Cold and dead, claws uncaringly picking you up by the back of the coat you'd been offered.
The small spark of life still left in your eyes met the Tsaritsa's. Void of any human emotion, she inspected you. Her other clawed hand reaching up towards your face and squeezing your cheeks so hard you cried out in pain. You felt a thin trail of blood seep out of the fresh cut on your face and only then did she let go.
Almost gently her finger ran across the cut, coming away with a thick golden liquid coating her fingers. Your brows furrowed at the color, even more confusion fogged your mind as the imposing Tsaritsa set you down on her thigh.
An unspoken command rang throughout the room as multiple personnel scurried off. You sat there, shivering from the cold and fear, doing your best to remain as quiet as possible. Anything to keep the Tsaritsa from beheading you with her dangerously sharp claws.
Your entire body froze up as her voice rumbled deep within her throat, "Thank you for bringing them to me, Sandrone." You swore the whole palace shook with her voice, or perhaps it was just your shivering.
The supposed Sandrone sure wasn't affected by it, her dull eyes uncaringly meeting the Tsaritsa's as she bowed her head in a respectful nod.
Soon, other figures filtered into the hall. Most of which you didn't recognize but there a certain bright-haired male tumbling into the room that made your eyes widen with recognition.
His eyes, just as dead as the rest of the place, connected with yours and you swore the palace lit up.
Suddenly, everything wasn't as unfamiliar.
Unfortunately for you, the Tsaritsa had noticed how you perked up at the sight of the ginger.
Her hand grabbed onto your wrist, her claws dangerously close to your veins, and raised it up, "Harbingers," She bellowed, and you were dunked right back into icy cold water, shivering like crazy, "Sandrone found them in the snow outside of our palace. They are from another world and our key to victory." Her claws dug into your veins gently.
You hissed and jumped, tugging your wrist away. If it wasn't for the Tsaritsa's iron grip on you, you would've had a long gash down your arm.
Golden liquid trickled down your arm and you could feel the room sobering up. All eyes on the blood coming from your arm.
Normally, you'd be more concerned about the fact that your blood was an abnormal color, however you were so acutely aware of the danger you were in at this moment. The countless faces you didn't know, the danger they reeked.
You were a caged animal, you realized with a start, you no longer had autonomy.
It felt like your whole form had been frozen over with ice, and honestly with the cryo archon holding onto you like this how could you be sure that you weren't?
The whole room was spinning with cheers vaguely reaching your ears. Despite yourself, your eyes caught onto some of the only color in the room, and the only eyes you recognized.
You stared at Childe, completely out of it, the blood having reached past your elbow at this point. He was cheering, you noticed, but as soon as he noticed your stare his victorious smile died.
The Tsaritsa's cold hand wiped away the blood on your arm, letting go of your hand to let it fall back down to your side. Your gaze remained on Childe, because despite how pathetic it was you felt like you'd be swallowed whole by the snow if you looked away from him. He was your only flicker of normality, no matter how dim.
Suddenly, a large hand grabbed a hold of your chin and turned you to face the owner's eyes. As soon as you came into contact with her confusing and gorgeous orbs, you blacked out.
*~
You weren't sure if the stress of the situation had rendered you completely helpless or if they had administered some type of drug to you. Either way, waking up, propped up by a large person(?) while your hair was being done was jarring to say the least.
You pulled away from the giant hand you were being held on and the tiny hands messing with your hair.
You heard an indignant huff before you were being tugged back into place by a lock of your hair.
"Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow!" You whined, your hands moving up to ease the pain.
The lady - who you recognized as the lady who had found you in the snow - lightly swatted your hands away. A dangerous glint in her eyes and a furrow in her brows that sent a chill down your spine.
You clamped your mouth shut and put your hands back at your side, essentially freezing and allowing her to do whatever it is that she was doing with your hair.
You also noticed nearby there were different outfits laid out neatly. There were... a lot of outfits ranging from hyper masculine to hyper feminine and nearly everything in between. The main consistency, though, was that they all matched the lady doing your hair. Down to the most miniscule detail, everything about the outfits was meant to remind anyone looking at it of her.
You felt gentle tugs on your hair, clips and bobby pins being stuck in , it, being twisted and pulled in every direction.
Your lungs were restricted, the air heavy. You so desperately wanted to talk to her, to hopefully relieve some of the tension, but you couldn't force the words out.
After what felt like an eternity she patted down your head and came around to your front to inspect it. She gave a small, self-satisfied smile. She urged the... person (?) over to the vanity. It set you down at the fancy-looking chair, the lady smiling dully behind the chair as you stared into the mirror.
"Looks perfect," She stated, mostly to herself.
You had to say... she did do a wonderful job. Your hair looked stunning to the point you wondered if there was something important about to happen.
You opened your mouth to ask, but you were interrupted with a hand grabbing your chin.
"Except," Her thumb ran over the scar left on your cheek from the Tsaritsa. The lady scoffed, "...so careless."
She sighed and came around to the front of you, bundling up her dress before sitting on your lap. She grabbed some things off of the vanity.
"Heavy or light makeup?" She asked as she worked on covering up the scar.
You stuttered out your answer with embarrassing difficulty which caused her to smile.
The awkwardness was killing you. Being thrown into another world in an unfamiliar nation, only one familiar face you've only seen once, and now this absolutely bizarre situation. All you knew was that she and everyone else in this palace were nothing but danger and assumedly she was a harbinger just like Childe.
So basically: you're fucked. Probably on your way to being executed.
You gathered up all of your nerves and in hopes of alleviating the tension (that only you were feeling), you stumbled out, "M-may I ask your name?" You silently cringed at how you stuttered.
Thankfully, she didn't kill you on the spot. A smile tugged up on her lips, though it didn't meet her eyes, "Sandrone you may call me."
"Oh," Your eyes lit up in recognition, "The Tsaritsa said your name during the... thing."
"She did."
"Well, nice to meet you, Sandrone." Your entire body still shook along with your quiet voice. Your face hot with embarrassment at how she no doubt felt and saw your shivering.
She hummed, still hard at work touching up your face, "And what's your name, doll?"
You sucked in a cold breath, "(Y/n)." You squeezed you hands tightly, her voice intimidating and cold.
Sandrone thought to herself for a moment before nodding, a hand gently grabbing your chin as she inspected your face, "A pretty name for a pretty doll."
The words sent an unpleasant chill down your spine.
Another indication that you were merely a decoration.
*~
Sandrone had allowed you to pick out any of the various outfits, and finally gave you a full fluffy coat to burry yourself in. Afterwards, however, she fiddled with the accessories for a long time. Having you stand until your legs ached, a whine clawing out the back of your throat as she fiddled with bows and ribbons for what felt like an eternity. The whole time you heard her mumbling under her breath, something about your otherworldly-ness.
You swore you had to have been standing there for hours until at long last she pulled away, satisfied. She dragged you over to a full length mirror, a snake-like grin staining her usually flat face. Your bewildered eyes met your own in the mirror. You looked like a...
"A perfect doll." Sandrone crooned, hooking her arm around yours.
A perfect doll. Perfectly matching her.
*~
Apparently you were dressed up for a special occasion as after you were all dolled up Sandrone ushered you to sit on the... thing's hand while she sat on the other hand.
You were too afraid to ask where you were going, so you remained quiet, curiously looking around at the wonderous palace. Tightly gripping onto the coat you were given, wrapping it snug around you.
For the first few minutes of the walk, there were no signs of life in the massive halls. However, soon the halls were crawling with servants and guards. Fatui members you recognized as mobs that were now parting for the two of you, bowing their heads in respect as Sandrone passed them by. Not meeting her (or your) eyes.
Your lips pressed themselves into a frown, a worried crease in your brows. These powerful enemies were so scared of the person next to you... another shiver wracked your body.
Eventually, the two of you made it in front of two large doors, larger than some houses you were sure. You gaped up at their sheer size, the two Fatui agents beside them rushing to open them.
You gasped at the table, full of Fatui and at the very head of the table...
it was empty..?
The thing carrying you and Sandrone stopped right in front of the head chair. You stared at it blankly, then turned to glance at Sandrone curiously.
She gestured towards it. You stared at her curiously but still hoped off the thing's hand. You nodded in thanks up at it before realizing it... probably didn't understand the action or even cared.
The thing walked away, and stood at a gap in between seats.
"Sandrone, you're late." You jumped at a man's deep voice. A mask covering half of his face, he looked later on in his years with a beard. He sat at the immediate left of the head seat, the chair on the right was empty and huge.
"I got here before the Tsaritsa, that's all that matters," She answered smoothly, "Besides, I was making sure our dear (Y/n) looked perfect."
You suddenly felt eyes turn to your still standing form, embarrassment burned you from head to toe and you tried your best to hide in the expensive fur coat.
Suddenly, the large doors opened once more and the gorgeous woman that had revealed your now golden blood stood staggeringly tall in the doorway.
The entire table, with nine people not including yourself, stood up and bowed. You scrambled to copy their actions, not wishing to incur the cryo archon's wrath.
"Rise," Her baritone voice commanded.
Everyone in the room obeyed, the other people in the room sat back down at their seats. You whipped your head around, silently panicking about where you should sit. There was the chair at the head of the table and chair to the right of it. While you weren't the best at etiquette, you were pretty damn sure those were seats for important people.
As the Tsaritsa approached, your heart was beating out of your chest and your feet glued to the ground. Your heart ready to run but your brain frozen over and sticking you to the ground. Rendering you utterly helpless with hot tears pricking your eyes at how much you were panicking. You shut your eyes, awaiting your head to be chopped off or perhaps worse.
You jumped at the sound of a chair scraping across the floor, your eyes snapped open and met with the Tsaritsa. She gestured to the chair she'd pulled out. The chair at the head of the table.
Your eyes flickered back and forth from the chair to the Tsaritsa back and forth again and again.
"What?" You responded lamely.
"Sit," She rumbled.
"I-I-" You stuttered, but one look at her eyes, cold and unwavering, you ducked your head and heeded her orders.
She pushed your chair in and sat to the right of you on the large chair. You felt so... odd sitting at the head of the table. You got a good view of everyone there, all of them staring at you.
This all begged the question of what the fuck was going on.
You didn't have time to think, break down, or ask questions just yet as the Tsaritsa clapped her hands together. A line of people came out of seemingly nowhere, carrying plates and trays of food. In a minute the table was filled with mouth-watering food and cups placed with a clear liquid.
It took everything in you to heed caution and not eat everything immediately, though the scent alone was making you salivate.
You sat there, dumbly, for a minute or so. Your brain completely out of it as everyone else continued with their meal. Except for the Tsaritsa. The entire time she observed you, sitting there stock still.
You clutched the coat tightly, sucking in a brave breath before finally finally asking the question that's been ringing in your head, "What is going on?" Action ceased in the room and you realized your voice was a lot louder than you had intended. Your desperation seeping in and breaking down your restrictions, hot tears pooling into your eyes and blurring your vision.
You sucked it up and kept it in, refusing to let any of the tears slip. You dug your nails into your palm, using the pain as a distraction.
The Tsaritsa sighed, "You were transported here from your world. You would use some vision wielders as your vessels, the Traveler as your main vessel. Do you remember that?"
You nodded, "Yes but... but that was just a game. I wasn't- this isn't-" You pursed your lips, barely able to keep yourself from screaming in frustration, "This isn't real."
The Tsaritsa frowned in frustration, "Do I need to show you your gold blood again? I would've thought the first two times were enough."
You unconsciously sunk further into the large seat, "No... just... I just..."
Once again your eyes had met with Tartaglia's. Dull, blue and deep, empty and void they were an odd comfort but they were familiar. You'd stared into his eyes curiously many times, curious about his past, what caused the dullness. Curious as to his many thoughts.
And now you were doing the same thing, only without a screen between you two, and he was breathing. Real and right in front of you.
It made you so dizzy.
"Why are you treating me like this?" You questioned, quietly this time, gesturing to the clothes you were given and the chair.
"Well, you're from another world aren't you?" The Tsaritsa reasoned, "Surely, that makes you divine in some way, don't you think?"
"Divine?" You echoed, your jaw slackened with shock, "I'm not divine."
"Then what of your golden blood?" You whipped your head to the man on your left, "You looked just as shocked as the rest of us by it. In this world, you are divine. With a greater power over its people. You've possessed Tartaglia before, have you not?"
"Possessed..." You muttered, not liking the feeling of the word, "I have but I never thought... it was that important."
"It was!" Childe exclaimed, "Everyone you take control of, everyone you give your divine gaze feel so very important. You gave me power I hungered for, how could we not assume you to be divine?"
Your gaze swept over everyone in the room. You, at the head chair of the Zapolyarny palace, where the Tsaritsa usually sits. The red blood in your veins now golden and the title of god hanging above your head.
You pulled your knees up to your chest and buried your face in them. You felt like you were gonna throw up.
"Come now," The Tsaritsa tapped your head, pushing your head back some with a singular finger, "Eat your food. Don't make me feed you myself."
Your face heated up with embarrassment before you slowly picked up your fork. Without being presented much of a choice, you carefully ate the food.
*~
You finished rather quickly, you didn't have much of an appetite anyways. You quietly observed the other harbingers interacting, they were... rather joyous. Almost as though this were a celebration...
was it?
Your eyes caught onto Tartaglia and a white haired woman next to him with odd eyes. They were downing an odd liquid over and over - you weren't sure what it was but considering the fact they seemed to be competing you had a good guess.
You couldn't help the smile that lit up your face, a small laugh exiting your throat.
"What's got you smiling like that?" The Tsaritsa asked, raising a curious brow.
You chuckled, "Classic Childe behavior."
He didn't hear you from all the way across the table, however the Tsaritsa certainly was ammused.
"They're always like this with celebrations, so don't mind them." She waved them off, "I'm a bit surprised that you're not joining them though, Columbina."
A small girl, with her eyes closed and a cloth with cut out diamonds covering them smiled, "I want them to have fun with the celebration today. If I were to join they'd both lose and wouldn't remember that (Y/n) is even here."
"Oh? But I'm sure (Y/n) would love to see you in action," A man with wavy hair and glasses said.
He had the same fake smile as Columbina.
"Hm? Perhaps, though I think it'd be much more amusing if you were to join don't you think?" Columbina retorted, "They could see you rush out in the morning. That'd be truly amusing don't you think."
"I find it concerning that you find the depletion of the money reserves amusing."
Fatui humor sure is odd, you thought to yourself.
You nearly recoiled when your eyes met another masked figure. Though he had both his eyes covered completely, it still felt as though he were looking at you. Something tickled the back of your brain, urging you to remember something.
And that's when it hit you.
"Dottore." You snapped your fingers, "You're Dottore."
The conversation paused as eyes turned to you, cautious and wary, you felt the air stiffen as they watched you like you were a wild animal.
The man hummed, "I am. I'm surprised you know me."
"You..." You trailed off, the reality of the situation hitting you once more.
You were surrounded by the Fatui. Tartaglia is a familiar and somewhat friendly face, it was funny watching him and his rivalry with that one person.
But you can't forget who you're with.
The Fatui don't care for the methods they use, they'll obtain their goal through any means. And as they had said you were apparently divine. With you under their thumb their plans would no doubt become a whole lot easier.
You were a tool for them, a pretty decoration in their possession.
"I..?" Dottore urged you to continue.
You hurt Collei. You bit back the words.
"You look different. It's better." You blinked innocently.
It seems even he was surprised by your words, "Hm, I suppose I'll take that as a compliment. Thank you, (Y/n)."
You gripped the coat tightly, going back to observing.
You wanted to see your characters.
*~*~*~*~*
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