#But he calls his Fatui group Family so

[dottores]

ONWARD & UPWARD

pairings: cyno x fem!reader x tighnari, tartaglia x fem!reader

summary: the last thing you were supposed to do was fall in love. now a decision must be made—one that you are not yet prepared to deal with the consequences of.

genre: antagonist!reader, fatui!reader, canon divergence, strangers to lovers to enemies (cyno & tighnari), lowkey enemies/rivals to lovers to enemies (cyno), khaenri’ahn royal!reader (diamond pupil), childhood friends to fwb (tartaglia), right person wrong time (tartaglia), un(?)requited love (tartaglia), obsessive and v lowkey yandere behavior (tartaglia)

chapter specific warnings: semi-graphic descriptions of blood/violence. mentions of hunger/starvation, neglect, manipulation, near death experience, character death (no main characters).

— featured characters (chapter): kaeya alberich and his parents, “gold”, pierro.

notes: i’m so excited for this y’all you have no idea, a short prologue before we get heavy into the plot and characters. almost all worldbuilding will be done in the fic itself for my readers not familiar w genshin. as always reblogs for boost very much appreciated <3.

previous chapter -> masterlist -> next chapter

PROLOGUE. MEMENTO VIVERE

“Please do not send him away.”

Your vision blurred as you rested on your knees in front of the man, body folded into a bow, eyes squeezed shut to try to force the tears away. Around you, the few survivors that made up your group whispered and you knew they had nothing good to say--the last surviving member of the Eclipse Dynasty on her hands and knees in front of a lesser family, begging and pleading with them to listen to you… 

You hated that they still put so much weight on your blood, your should-be station. They called you ‘princess’, looked at you to lead them--but you were a princess of a kingdom that had long been destroyed, and you were only a child. The world around you crumbled and burned, poison seeped through the land and monsters roamed, starving and viscous, the sun never rose and you were meant to be salvation--the one to lead them from the darkness, to a livable world. 

Sometimes you wished that they had never found you outside of the ruins of the Tungl palace after your father had passed, you wished that they had let the rifthounds tear you to pieces, you wished they had let the draugr devour you. You wondered if you would be better off dead than forced into a role that you knew you were not meant for. 

Except the dead did not die in Khaenri’ah, you reminded yourself, they rose again without mind, hungrier, savage. Was that really the fate you would have preferred? 

You did not have time to linger on the question. Aina Alberich was tugging at your bicep, trying to force you to your feet. You did not rise, remaining in the bent over, kneeling position. Your hands shook against the ground, chest heaving. 

“Do not send him away.”

A pair of boots shifted in front of you, and you flinched as a hand came atop of your shoulder.

“Look at me,” the heavy voice of Osmin Alberich met your ears, and you forced yourself to look up, unable to blink away the tears before they began spilling down your cheeks. “We must take advantage of the passage to Teyvat. We cannot survive he-”

“I will go,” you interrupted loudly. “I will go to Teyvat.” 

“That is not an option,” Osmin shook his head, brows furrowed deep. “We do not know what Teyvat is like, how dangerous it will be-”

“So instead you send your son?” you cried out, rising to your feet. “To an unknown continent, with dangers we’ve never seen before? For all we know, it could be worse than our current situation.”

“And such is the duty of the Alberich clan,” Osmin said firmly. You couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eye, unable to stand the cold and unmoving look in them. Instead, you dragged your gaze to Kaeya, who stood behind his father doing his best to stand strong but you could see the fear hidden beneath his eyes. “We’ve stood at the side of the Eclipse Dynasty for millenia, protecting and serving. Kaeya will travel to Teyvat and he will make sure the land is safe. Once he confirms it, we will follow.”

“Why don’t you go?” you accused, finally looking back at Osmin. “You are an adult, a seasoned warrior, and yet-”

“Someone needs to stay back and protect the group, to protect you,” Osmin didn’t let you finish, and you faltered, eyes darting around to the rest of the group--the elderly, the crippled, a pregnant woman and her infant son. No one strong enough to defend against an attack from a pack of rifthounds or the draugr. 

“Princess,” Osmin knelt in front of you, voice quiet so no one else could overhear. “I do not want to send my son to a foreign land but I must put our people first. Always. He will return, and we will see brighter days. Have faith.”

You swallowed thickly, your fingers trembled as you nodded. You inhaled sharply, straightening your shoulders as you stepped around Osmin to stand in front of Kaeya. 

“May-” your voice cracked, you exhaled and closed your eyes, trying to calm yourself down. You rose your right hand and began again. “May you be given the knowledge to follow your path, may you be granted the strength and courage to complete your journey, and may you find your way back home at the end of your travels.”

You fumbled to unpin the Inteyvat flower from your top, to signal the completion of the ancient rite of blessings that the Eclipse Dynasty bestowed on Khanerians traveling to foreign lands--a rite that had not been performed since before the Cataclysm. Your ears rung as you listened to Osmin and Aina murmur to each other in the background. 

“I will bring him to the passage,” Aina said. “I would like to be the one to see him off, you stay with the princess and the others.”

Your fingers trembled as you pinned the flower onto Kaeya’s shirt, clasping his hands in yours as you looked him in the eye.

“We will meet again.”

---

Blood stained your hands and your face, your body shook like a leaf as you knelt at the corpse of Siriana, who had shielded you from the claws of a rifthound whelp that had appeared from behind the group. 

It was supposed to be safe. You felt sick as you tried to hold pressure on the wound, even though you knew deep down that Sirana had passed. The path to the palace was supposed to be safe. 

“Princess!” you could hear Osmin roaring your name, fighting through the pack of hounds to get to you. “Princess, move.”

You looked up, lips wobbly and vision teary as you tried to spot Osmin but you were only met with the slaughter that had taken place surrounding you--the bodies of your companions torn to pieces by the rifthound whelps, the gore strewn across the dark ground, the blood fertilizing the dead earth. 

Everyone was dead. 

A particularly loud shrieking noise came from behind you, a whoosh of air, and your eyes widened as you spun, coming face to face with an adult rifthound, electricity crackling around its body as it swiped at you. You couldn’t move, from all of the training that Osmin had given you, now faced with an actual enemy you were frozen in place, waiting for death to fall upon you.

Except it didn’t. 

Someone slammed into you from behind, sending you careening toward the cold, damp ground. A sharp cry came from above you and you scrambled back to your feet, fear tugging at your chest as you tried to figure out what happened. “Osmin!” you cried out, watching the rifthound claw into his chest, a damning blow. “No!” 

Osmin was undeterred, driving his sword through the rifthound and forcing it to portal away. He didn’t hesitate as he reached for you, grabbing you by the arm and hauling you up, half-carrying, half-dragging you away from the remaining rifthounds and the massacre. Your gaze trained on the blood dripping down his chest, the armor that was shredded by the rifthound--the skin was already rotting around it.

“Osmin,” your voice came out as weak and wary, but the man didn’t care, stopping behind a crumbled pillar, grabbing you by the face and forcing you to look at him. 

“You must run to the palace,” his voice was hoarse and harsh. “The rifthounds will not follow you in.”

“Osmin, come with me,” you were trying to bite back your tears. “I don’t want to be alone.”

“I will not survive,” the words were bitter to your ears, a scraping noise that made you want to cover your ears and run, “and it’s only a matter of time before the others return. You have to be long gone by then.”

“Osmin, I’m not ready to be alone,” you gasped, the fear and panic finally starting to hit you. You had been alone once, for weeks after your father’s death--you couldn’t survive that again. “Osmin, don’t leave me.”

His grip on your face tightened, “You must focus, princess,” he said sharply. “Run to the palace, take refuge there. Remember that you must live.” 

You wanted to shake your head, you wanted to refuse, but Osmin was pushing you away, in the distance, through a crumbled arch, you watched as Sirana’s arm jerked.

“Go,” he said, drawing his sword to turn around. When you didn’t move, his voice sharpened, “Go!”

With a sob at your lips, you took off in the direction of the palace, shaking, refusing to look back as the sound of Osmin’s blade clashing against the claws of another rifthound whelp met your ears. Your lungs burned against the cold air, like knives scraping your insides--each breath you took tore against your throat, your feet slammed against the ground so hard it sent shocks up your shins to your knees.

You could see the palace in the distance through your blurry gaze--the crumbling white and gold walls, the large silver arch. 

You would make it, you realized, hope blooming in your chest. You would make it.

But even as the words drifted through your head, there was a strange whooshing noise from behind you. You turned on your heel, eyes wide as you spun around to figure out what had appeared behind you.

A rifthound? 

You realized too late, you were too slow to bring your hands up to block the blow to your face, one of its claws coming down to catch your forehead, dragging down through your right eye to your cheekbone. You let out a terrible shriek, hands flying to your face, blood dripped through your fingers as you tried to scramble away. It burned, your head spun as the pain began to envelop you.

Your breath was sharp and ragged, nails digging into the dirt to try to push yourself up, Osmin’s plea for you to live ringing through your head on repeat, but the skin that was slowly rotting around your eye was a death sentence. You couldn’t bite back the next sob, the pain beginning to be too much for your body to handle. You pressed your hand to the right side of your face harder, trying to stop the bleeding but your hand only slipped against the skin. You looked up and you swore everything around you slowed as the rifthound twisted in the air to come back and finish you off.

You tried to move, you did, but your arms and legs were too weak, and the pain was clouding your head. You were unable to look away as it came down on you but right before its claws made contact with your neck, it was being sucked back into a vortex.

Your breath shuddered, your good eye widened. Osmin? Did he survive and come back to help? Hope bloomed in your chest as you tried to figure out who had sent the rifthound away. But it was not Osmin whom your eyes landed on.

A woman with long hair, a dark cloak and golden eyes that burned bright against the darkness of Khaenri’ah. Her gaze was curious as she drew closer to you, standing above where you were crumpled on the ground.

“A child of the Eclipse dynasty, how fascinating,” she murmured, kneeling down in front of you to grab your chin and tilt your face up toward her, swiping away the hand you had covering your wounded eye. “I had been under the impression your entire bloodline had died out.”

“Who are you?” your voice shook as you asked her the question, trying to push away the pain that was exhausting all of your senses. The woman smiled at your question.

“You may call me Gold.”

--

“The Eclipse Dynasty was known for its proficiency in the Art of Khemia prior to the Cataclysm. When Khaenri’ah fell, the form of alchemy was all but lost to the world.”

“I will do better,” your voice shook as you stared down at another failed experiment. You could feel the judging eyes of Gold bearing down on your back. You forced your shoulders not to shake as you took in another breath. “Next time will be a success.”

“Once we teach you to harness the power of Khemia, I will take you from this place--bring you into the Order that will overthrow the rule of the gods that led to the fall of our home.”

“There will be no next time.”

Gold’s words were harsh and cold, knives dragging down your bones. You froze, you couldn’t bring yourself to turn around to look at her, even as you heard her packing up her tools. 

“What?”

“Do not fail me.”

“The Abyss Order has no room for failures, I told you this in the beginning. I gave you many chances, more than what I would give others.”

She spoke so matter of factly that your arguments dissolved--that even as you rose to shaky feet, you weren’t sure you knew what to say. You caught sight of yourself in the broken mirror across from yourself, faltering at the scar cutting across your eye. It had healed for the most part, thanks to Gold’s alchemic abilities, but right above your eyelid and below your eye was stubborn, it wouldn’t fade away, and your vision would never properly heal, Gold had claimed--haunted by blurs and shadows for the rest of your life. 

You forced yourself to look away, turning to face Gold, whose back was already turned to you as she finished packing up her things. 

“I will not fail next time,” you told her, voice pleading as she began to walk away from you. You chased after, tears pooling in your eyes. “I won’t fail, I was close, I felt it this time. I’ll get it, don’t leave me.”

It was a lie, and you knew Gold knew it. This time had felt no different than the last time she had tried to teach simple Khemiac alchemy to you. It had been nearly a year since she had taken you under her wing and you had made no progress.

Could you blame her for giving up?

A sob bubbled in your chest, you tried to bite it back--Gold despised signs of weakness. You couldn’t blame her. You had heard her talk about the Abyss Order and its grand plans, and she had been wasting time in the ruins of Khaenri’ah trying to teach you the Art of Khemia when she should have been planning with the other executives of the Order. 

But why can’t she take you with her? Leaving you here…

“Take me with you,” you begged as she stepped outside of the ruins of the palace, “Take me with you.”

… it was a death sentence. 

Gold turned on her heel, chin raised, expression hard and you froze where you were standing on the steps of the palace. You knew what her answer would be before she even spoke. Your heart sunk deep in your chest, your body trembled, you bit down on your bottom lip to stop it from wobbling. 

“There is no room for failures in the Abyss Order,” she repeated, “blood of the old dynasty or not. We do not have the resources to spare and even if we did…”

Even if we did, failures were not welcomed.

“Give me one more chance,” your voice was little over a whisper, and Gold ignored you. You watched as a portal formed behind her, you watched as she stepped into it. Your panic rose, invading all of your senses as you chased after her. You stumbled down the steps, tripping over debris on the bottom one and falling to your hands and knees. 

“Don’t leave me here!” the desperate shrill of a cry escaped your lips just as the vortex shut behind her.

The following silence was cold and empty, a heavy realization weighed on your shoulders as the distant howls of rifthounds and savage cries of the draugr met your ear--you were alone. 

--

You weren’t sure how long you had remained in that spot wasting away. The rifthounds and draugr had begun to gather, stopped only by the old enchantments that protected the palace--as long as the blood of the Eclipse Dynasty remained, they would not be able to break through… but they were waiting, they knew you were on death’s doorstep, they knew it was only a matter of time before the enchantments fell.

You were hungry, and you were cold, and you weren’t sure why you were cold because the city around the palace was the only place in Khaenri’ah that burned eternally--remnants of the old war that would not fade.

You could feel yourself dying, you could feel the way your body weakened with each passing second, the way ice spread through your veins and your skin felt numb to the touch. Osmin’s words rang through your head: “remember you must live.”

But you didn’t think you’d be able to rise to your feet even if you wanted to--and a part of you wondered what the point would even be. You were trapped in Khaenri’ah, surrounded by rifthounds and draugr, you were out of food and you were out of willpower. You would die here, you were certain of it.

So lost in your thoughts, you didn’t even hear the commotion coming from the courtyard, not until the head of a draugr rolled to the ground in front of you. You could barely bring yourself to look up, your head felt light at the movement, it strained your neck.

A man, you recognized in the distance, drawing closer to you. In your state of half delusion, you could almost imagine Osmin rushing toward you, cursing the gods for having let him be separated from you for so long, promising that he would take you from this wretched place to go find Kaeya. 

Almost. 

The man was not Osmin. Osmin was dead, likely a draugr prowling the ruins of Khaenri’ah by this point unless another group of survivors had managed to stumble across him and put him out of his misery, free him from the husk he’d spend the rest of eternity as otherwise. 

You didn’t recognize the older man even as he kneeled in front of you, pulling his cloak off and laying it across your shoulders. You could not feel the warmth. He laid a hand against your cheek, lips twisting down.

“You’re freezing,” he murmured, eyes searching your face momentarily before recognition swept through his face, you couldn’t gather the strength to respond. “You are-”

He cut himself off, swallowing as he let his head drop into a bow. “Princess,” he murmured, and you swore that if you could cry, you would have--you couldn’t stand the cursed title and all of the misfortune it had brought you. “I’ll take you somewhere safe.”

He didn’t wait for a response, scooping you into his arms as he rose to his feet. Your head rested against his bicep as you looked up at him. His gaze drifted around the ruins of the palace in a way that was nothing short of longing, as if he were reminiscing old memories.

“Who are you?” your voice was weak and scratchy, and you wondered if he hadn’t heard you because he didn’t acknowledge your words. After a few moments, he let his eyes fall back down to you, and your eyes widened as you recognized the diamond-shaped pupil of his left eye. 

“Pierro. I go by Pierro.”

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[calqlate]

RE: LOVE & LIFE | ZERO

— YOU, YOUR BELOVED HUSBAND, AND A PRETTY STRANGER

SERIES MASTERLIST | NEXT CHAPTER

PAIRING(S): zhongli x f! reader + diluc x f! wife! reader

SUMMARY: As the wife of the famous big shot in the wine industry, you have everything you could ever ask for — a beautiful mansion, endless wealth, servants at your beck and call... However, you lack the one thing you yearn for: love. With your beloved husband neglecting you and being stuck in a loveless marriage, you decide to end it all, only to be stopped by a man whom you have never met before, and who also coincidentally happens to be your soulmate. In addition, there just might seem to be more than what meets the eye in regards to your peculiar soulmate, and you just might have to find that out for yourself.

CW(S)/TW(S): contains mentions of suicide attempts

You — the daughter of the respectable [L/N] family, a wealthy family renowned for their extensive network of trade services.

Diluc — the sole son of the esteemed Ragnvindr family, a wealthy family which made a name for themselves from their wine business.

A contract made by both of your grandparents — that was how you came to be the madam of the Ragnvindr household. Now, you were the most powerful lady in the city of Mondstadt, with both your dignified family backing and the reputable Ragnvindr family supporting you. With wealth, fame, and power in the palm of your hand, what more could you possibly ask for?

Love. That was the one thing you wanted the most but did not have: you have loved your husband dearly ever since you were a child. Sure, he was not your soulmate and your timer said that you had ages more to wait before you met your actual match, but who cared? Not everyone married their fated beau, and you could care less about who yours turned out to be. All that mattered was that you loved him, and you were more than ecstatic to learn that you were to marry him. That itself was enough for you.

However, that was not the case for him: on the day of your wedding, he had zero expression on his face, devoid of affection or even any amicable feelings when he looked at you. The moment you set your eyes on him on the altar that day, you knew that he was simply tolerating you and that this was simply for publicity reasons.

So with love out of the picture, you found the simplest way out of this unwanted marriage: suicide. No one was happy in this union and there was no way to annul the marriage without offending anyone. So, what better way than to end your own life?

And then this pretty stranger entered the picture — he was known as Zhongli and he hailed from the docks of Liyue Harbour. You learnt that he worked in the Wangsheng Funeral Parlour and he was an associate of the Fatui, a Snezhnayan trading group which your husband despised the most. So by default, he was on your blacklist, too. Other than that, you had no connection to him whatsoever.

So why was this pretty stranger in tears, begging you to stay alive for him?

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[dear--mars]

05 Hating you?? — setup

tartaglia x f!reader

After 3 hours of shopping and thousands of dollars later here you were, sitting in one of the highest classed restaurants, wearing a dress that could pay off your rent for the next couple of months. Childe sits in front of you but he keeps checking his watch. You look at him suspiciously before realizing you're sitting at a group table.

“Childe?” He comes and responds before looking up at you.

“Why are we really here?”

“???”

“You keep looking at your watch like you're waiting for somebody and we're sitting at a group table so it seems like we're not the only ones going to be eating here…”

“...okay, I have a huge favor to ask of you.”

“No.”

“You don't even know what it is, please! Just hear me out!” I look at him as he gives me pleading eyes before I shrugged and let him explain.

“Okay, so I should start from the beginning. As you know my parents own one of the most successful electronic companies in the world. So I grew up pretty sheltered and given whatever I wanted. My parents never asked for anything in return, they didn't give much parental love but they did their job as parents and I was happy with that. So when my parents asked me to take over the company and to become the heir I felt like I had an obligation to say yes. They never asked for anything of me before so it only felt right giving in to their one demand, right?” 

“Kind of feels like you're trauma dumping…” I said before nodding at his explanation.

“What? No. What?” I only shrugged.

“Anyways, high school was where I got involved in a dangerous gang called the Fatui. After that, I got into a lot of fights and just a bunch of bad stuff in general. The gang has been disbanded but I still hang out with some of the old members. Anyways ever since that my parents have kind of lost faith in me and keep track of everything to do with me. It's not too suffocating because as long as I don't do anything that would harm the company's image, they don’t care. But do you remember at the New Year's party when we kissed? My friend had taken a picture and posted it on Twitter. My parents saw that and thought that you were my girlfriend and asked to arrange a meeting dinner to see if you’re good enough to date me.”

“I don't get why that means I have to go on a date with you…”

“Because I can’t let them know that I'm going around kissing random girls.”

“But you are.”

“That’s no- oh! They're here.”

“What-? Who’s here?”

“My family.”

“What?! Childe! I’m not going to-” He cut you off as he gave you a stack of cash.

“This is 10k in cash…” He said whispering.

“...” You slowly grabbed the cash quickly counting it before stuffing it in your purse. You turned to him with the biggest smile on your face.

“Shall we go get your family, my love?” His eyes widened in shock before he composed himself and grinned.

“After you, darling. Also, my real name is Ajax.” I nodded 

“Mom, Dad! Over here!”

"Ajax." His dad acknowledged before sitting down.

"Dad, Mom. I'd like you to meet my girlfriend, [Name]."

"It’s a pleasure to finally meet you."

“Likewise.” Childe’s mom said smiling. 

“What are your intentions?” Childe’s dad said cutting to the chase.

“Dad!”

“Honey!”

“It’s fine.” You said patting Childe’s thigh. “I’m not sure what you mean by that?”

“Why are you with my son?”

“Because I love him…?”

“Do you love him or his money?”

“...” You looked at him flabbergasted that he could say something like that to someone he just met.

“I see… I think we're done here-”

“Wow.” You said before scoffing.

“What…?”

“Are you here to meet your son’s girlfriend or criticize her? Chil- Ajax has a lot more than money.”

“Like what?” Childe’s eyes flash with hurt.

“He has good looks, good grades, and even a good girlfriend.”

“Pft-” The tense atmosphere was interrupted by Childe’s kid-like laughter. “Well said, my dear. Mom, Dad. I didn't invite you here so you could test her. I invited you here to introduce her as my girlfriend and nothing can change that.”

“...I see you’ve made your choice. I don’t see any more reason to be here then.” He said before getting up and leaving as the mother followed.

It wasn't until after they left it hit you. Childe just announced you his girlfriend in front of his parents… You whipped your head toward Childe. 

“Why would you say that?!”

“Say what?”

“That I was your girlfriend?!”

“You are…?”

“I’m your “fake” girlfriend!”

“You took the money…”

“Yeah, to act like your fake girlfriend in front of your parents…”

“The moment you took the cash was the moment you decided to be my fake girlfriend for a couple of weeks, at least.”

“...ah fuck…” You mumbled.

Hating you??

masterlist -- prev | next

childe might be falling ;)

[name] said everything on impulse

Synopsis -- In which a girl who had been played by Cupid refuses to be fooled around with anymore. That was until the love devil in one last ditch attempt sent you the school’s rich playboy. Caught in a string of lies, rumors, and fame you end up fake-dating but what happens when you realize he’s not who you originally thought…? Author's notes -- I'm losing too much motivation... Taglist is open -- @hanilessa @duckyyyx @boywxonder @ynverse @ahnneyong @wonderland-fan @yelleloww @wisteriaa-heree @sukunasrealgf @yuminako

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[sweetestcelia]

The patience you had for your husband does nothing but run dry everyday, so what do you do but break away?

A/n: smau is still on,

*angst, cheating, toxic relationships, divorce.*

Characters-Childe, pantalone and gn reader.

Childe

You slowly swirled the maroon liquid that sat in your glass, and you glanced at where the ginger should be sitting across from you, but he wasn't and probably never will.

It was late already, the moon high in the sky and finally the jingling of the keys from outside the door. You looked down at the papers sitting on the table infront of you, your nerves were rising, and the heavy footsteps and served to make then worse.

"Ajax," You called out and he stopped in his tracks.

"Sorry I'm bu-"

"I want a divorce, I can't stand this anymore." You spoke, you could feel the air get colder and you breaths quickened. " Please sign the papers." You said, standing up and leaving to the upper levels of the house you used to share.

Childe on the other hand was fuming, how could you do that to him, after all he's done. He picked the stack of papers up and threw them into the fire. He was certain he could mend the relationship, not for his or your sake, but for the fact that you were powerful, a smart engineer that provides to the fatui. If this marriage was to fail, who knows what would happen to him, or his family. He'll talk to you in the morning.

Pantalone

A rich man, one of the richest, as he looks over northland bank, and treats his some of his subordinates like queens, sometimes even better than his partner.

The Regrator was busy going over documents with a cicin mage sitting in his lap, sweet words and promises were exchanged, until three quick knocks resounded throughout the room.

"Come on." The business man said, but his eyes were still glued on the papers that littered his desk. And a pryo gunslinger walked in, holding a stack of papers. And he saluted the man sitting before him.

"My lord, Mx -Name- has sent these papers and said that her majesty has already approved." He gently gave the folder to the harbinger, who only got angrier the more he read. But if you looked at him, he only looked mildly annoyed.

He sat up abruptly, causing the mage to fall and hit the floor. And in the blink of an eye the regrator left the room.

When he found you, you were already packed up. He could only stare at you and you did as him.

"Is something the matter Regrator?" You asked, mild glee was on your face as he looked at all that was happening. "If not I must go, the boat to Fontaine is leaving soon." You said and walked away. He could only watch as you left and for the first time in a while, people weren't afraid to gossip about him in the vicinity.

" Mx -Name-'s power extended far past the fatui, how could he mess up like that" one said.

"All he had to do was be a good person and he couldn't even do that" Another cackled.

"Or don't forget the number of women that he slept besides his partner." One spoke

" But what would happen to the fatui, I mean, they offered a lot." One spoke up, and the group laughed and walked away.

He sighed and walked away.

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[why-am-i-here-someone-save-me]

Hi there! 🎵 Anon here.

First of all thank you! i loved the last scenario!

Second of all i had a thought while playing Golden Archipelago and listening Fischl's and Oz's dialogues.

So we know that Teyvat has a common tongue that everyone spaeks. And we know that all the nations are based of off true places (ex: Mondstad-Germany, Inazuma-Japan)

So what if the other languages exist. But they're more like secret codes or something ex: just like Fischl and Oz combine some German words with the common Teyvat tounge when they speak, what if in Snezhnaya the Tsaritsa has edtablished a secret code based on Russian made for the Fatui to communicate, or in Lyiue and Inazuma using codes based of Chinese and Japanese to send secret messages and letters.

And Now imagine Impostor SAGAU with a linguistic majesty/darling, that knows some of the languages and understands what they speak. It would be chaos.

(Ps. Sorry for any grammar mistakes. It's quite late here.)

If one were to inquire about the current state of things from anyone of significant rank in Teyvat, they’d likely receive an answer consisting of a frustrated sigh and a muttered “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Why? Well, because the nations of Teyvat have been being toyed with quite a bit lately.

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It started with the Knights receiving tips from the Mondstadt branch of the adventurers guild, written in the unmistakable flowery dialect of Fischl. However, upon attempting to ambush the imposter at the given location, they were met with the local bartender of the Cait’s Tail, who needless to say, was rather miffed at being startled by a group of knights emerging from the shrubbery. Diona has recently been charging any knights a heightened price for their drinks, and one patron swears to have overheard the girl muttering about how “maybe Diluc has a point about these imbeciles”. When the knights confronted the guild about it, Kathryne remarked that Fischl had not been in Mondstadt for several weeks; but had taken a trip to the islands.

Shortly afterwards, Liyue had experienced a similar strange occurrence, though the number of people who knew of it was very small. The Adepti had been quite surprised when they each received a letter, and even more so when they opened it only to find it written in traditional tongue. The modern language had all but completely replaced the more traditional dialect that they still used, so needless to say they paid attention. Later the funeral parlor would receive several immortal visitors who claimed to have been asked there by a certain ex-archon. Zhongli was 100% certain he sent no such messages, not that he could say so without blowing his cover. The event had quickly caught the attention of the local guards, leading to the involvement of the equally confused Millielith.

Inazuma was not exempt from the chaos either, numerous reports being sent to General Kujou Sara about sightings of the imposter, only for every one of them to have been a false lead. Detective Heizou had been called upon to investigate the matter, but the shogunate soldiers who submitted the reports showed no signs of having known the information they were supplying was false. He had carried on the investigation a bit longer before declaring it an impossible case due to lack of evidence. Though if one looked closely enough maybe they would’ve caught the amused knowing look in his eyes.

Watatsumi Island was not faring much better. Sangonomiya Kokomi had been studying a series of cryptic notes left around the island, seemingly written in the script of Enyokimiya; something that by all means, should be impossible. Her family alone had access to the only remaining texts preserving the language of their ancestors; yet the notes were clearly not her own. Frustratingly enough, when she finally translated the notes, each one was seemingly addressed to her! ‘Make sure to get enough rest!’ ‘Remind your soldiers that they need to look out for one another on the battlefield.’ ‘Try reading some light fiction, you might enjoy it more than the same old strategy books!’ The blonde slumps back in her chair with a defeated groan. “I’m being toyed with aren’t I?! Well… I suppose whoever it is, they don’t seem to be malicious…”

Even the Fatui themselves were at a loss, several important documents containing orders having be unknowingly swapped out with edited duplicates. While the handwriting was a tad odd, orders were orders, and it’s not like any of the locals knew enough Scheznayan to pull off a convincing replacement maneuver! …right?

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A figure sits on part of a collapsed ruin wall, laughing hysterically to themselves as their monster companions tell them the results of their actions. They wipe tears from their eyes as they manage to regain their breath.

“Hahahahah! Gottem! Victory for [Name] yet again!”

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[tarugai]

CHAEYA UNIVERSITY AU ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

Kaeya (22) - Theatre Major, Sociology Minor.

- Got in on high GPA (Somehow. Probably had connections.)

- Guy who has vodka in his water bottle at 9 am. Never shows up to his classes but would probably have the highest grades there if he applied himself.

- His instagram bio is some shit like: Sorry for having great tits and correct opinions on everything, as if it’s my fault.” Lives in the dormitories instead of at home with Diluc (who is majoring in business and criminology). Knows all the shortcuts and back alleys around campus. Probably walks into the lecture with a drink, his phone and nothing else. And he’s an hour late. People always ask him if he’s an international student and he makes up some crazy lie every time. Meets Ajax high school musical style at a New Year’s party.

Outfit HCs:

Ajax (21) - Video Game Design Major.

- International student, got in on scholarship.

- Professional Esports player

- Always in the damn gym harassing someone about “How much can you bench comrade?” He’s often off campus at esports matches or visiting family. He lives on campus in the dormitories and his roommate changes every month because no one can stand him yelling at 2 am. (Kaeya is the unfortunate bastard who gets to be his 18th roommate.)

- His gamertag is F0ulLegacy, and he plays with a group of online players called the “Fatui” (All of which he hates but by god can they carry you through ranked.) Argues loudly with people on the phone in heavy russian (ain’t nobody know what he’s talking abt). All the characters in the games he creates are all suspiciously reminiscent of his siblings. Replies to Kaeya’s insta pics with some corny shit like “Damn…🤩”.

Outfit HCs:

inspired by this edit of Childe with glasses so i edited a matching Kaeya. (If anyone knows the childe artist please comment so i can credit properly, no amount of reverse image searching would bring it up 😭.)

#Imagine trying to have a nice game only to see F0ulLegacy has drawn first blood! F0ulLegacy is on a killing spree! F0ulLegacy is godlike! #i’d quit the game after that. #chaeya #childe tartagalia #kaeya #genshin impact

[thescribeoflostmemories]

At your service, my Harbinger

( requests: closed)

(Oiran/Geisha/Maiko! Reader x Fatui Harbingers) {Yandere is available)

Note: did some liberties to at least make it some sense why or how you’ll get promoted to Oiran if anyone asks for it. This ain’t accurate. Also, do note that this is for people at least 16 of age or above if it gets too serious. To request, please refer to my pinned post or the service menu that would be at the bottom of this post.

The first meeting

" Are you nervous, my lady?" You tried to help and get your master ready for her procession this evening. Tying her Obi to the front of her body, arranging her headpiece like an artist being too conscious of which sides fit the best. You are but a high ranking Maiko who will soon be a low ranking Geisha.

“Goodness gracious, ____. I thought I told you: you didn’t have to do this. We have the other girls to help.” Mada Fuuka, the Tayū who took you in at a tender age of nine (9) years old. You tried to plead to teach you more so you could help around the establishment but got rejected.

House Wong, a Liyue lineage, moved to Inazuma to branch out connections. It appears to be working as the family began to adopt the culture of the nation as if they were no strangers. From brewery to inns, the heart of their blood and silver would be this very building you work in. Soon you and a few others would have to pick up your guest before nightfall.

“I know, but you need to be dressed the most, Mada.” You wanted her to look as perfect as it is, she is the star of the show not a lowly worker like you. If anything the competition for the top ranking is rather stiff and toxic within the Entertainment hierarchy. Witnessing many backed out once at a coming age, bought and or ended themselves of their misery. It is not exclusive to yours but to rival establishments as well. 

“Call me Fuuka when we're alone together, hú dié.” Doing her makeup as well. She has been a parental figure to you, not allowing you to get pushed around within the work circle. You had a small circle of fans for yourself, thankfully the nicer ones than the others. Shuddering at the thought of them being so intimate.

"Yes, Fuuka." She hums at your answer while you try and perfected her hefty wig.

"Shingo won't be alone this time. So the parade would be bigger, befitting at least eight people." You looked up at him, you knew Shingo is wealthy but not to accommodate all of them including himself. Whoever is he trying to please, is certainly a big shot. Which pushes you further to perfect your walk to them.

To spend even a night or two hours of our time with all of them would roughly bill them a few weeks later, more than a million nothing less than that. All to show off their connections and wealth. If you weren't working here, you'd think this is all a waste of time.

Fuuka helped you get dressed too, painting your face with a cold white foundation, applying red lipstick on you. "So adorable." She smiled at the blooming child, clothed in bright and colorful patterns. Hair left in a natural state, though combed and placed hair ornaments well.

"Let us depart, Fuuka." A servant came in to notify us. And so the show begins.

In the streets, the progression of the parade is a slow process. One or two hours prior is needed to arrive on time, depending on distance. Last time it took five hours of walk time to even get there. With every step you take, your shoes make an endearing chime from the small bells inside of it. The sun beating down on the group as people gather around to see the top Tayū and her servants walk so elegantly, it is also good for business. To be shown off as one of the ideal ladies in Inazuma.

There Shingo and his company are, each person unique from each other. Now it makes sense why Mada had chosen an open space instead of the usual indoors. You have heard about these people, each more sinister than the last.

“Lord Shingo. Greetings.” Fuuka let go of the hachi monji’s shoulder to bow so elegantly, that too followed by the apprentices, geishas/maikos, servants and of course, you. Being very familiar with people gawking, but with the Harbingers is very suffocating. You pray that you won’t end up messing up with who you’re servicing with.

With the introduction made, you all went to the pavilion. Mada Fuuka, Shingo and what you assumed is the first Harbinger talking while the rest talked amongst themselves while waiting for dinner to be served. Looking at Mada Fuuka who gave you a wordless gesture to entertain at least one of them. But who? Whoever it is, you’d best pick fast or else your master would lose face if you’re too slow.

Guest Available:

Shingo

Pierro

Dottore

Columbina

Capitano

Pulcinella (*Platonic)

Scaramouche

La Signora (?)

Arlecchino 

Pantalone

Sandrone

Tartaglia

Services available:

"Flower set"- Pouring drinks, sing, dance, talk, play games, tea cer.

Pour drinks

Dance and sing (solo) / (Group)

talk

Tea ceremony

Noh theater

Familiarize customer- Not available right now, rank still Maiko. Reach higher rank (Oiran) and earn at least 3 visits from customer.

Add ons service (+18)

Lovelorn set

Flower:

Giselle's calla Lily

Circlet:

Burning passion.

Plume:

Giselle's Pinion

Sand:

Wedding bells

Goblet:

To be or not to be

Weapon: Kudoku (there's no going back)

"Any additional services, questions and or modifications will be talked through pm, comment and or askbox, possibilities of combining all is possible but difficult. Though, you all know me, bubbles. I do my best. We will wait patiently for your orders." - Scribe

Ps. Not sure if I should add La Signora to this since she’s dead.

How to order

hú dié - Butterfly

Navigation:

Love? (Yan!Pantalone x Geisha) {Pudding}

All I want is to be loved! (Yan Capitano x Geisha! Reader x Yan! Pantalone) {Pudding}

One hand, one heartbeat (Scaramouche x maiko reader) {Mild dessert}

Star-Crossed Lovers (Pierro x Geisha reader)

tag: @youyue , @mellowwillowy

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[kazuhasdabpen]

the first taste ; childe x reader

wc: 2k. pairing: childe x reader.

cw: VERY dominant!reader ; fem!eader (but mentions having a pussy once) ; harbinger reader ; verbal degradation ; mean nicknames (pig, pervert, stupid boy, etc.) ; footjob/foot humping ; mentions of anal sex (childe receiving) ; small penis humiliation ; subby!childe ; this man is so down bad for you

When it comes to the bulk of it, Fatui affairs are boring, boring, boring.

You essentially act as, well, PR for the Harbingers. A spokesperson for the group, writing letters and signing papers and being a shiny, slightly murderous diplomat in neighbouring nations.

It had been nice to go back to the Motherland after your many, many months in Fontaine. You felt like you’d been working yourself to the bone with diplomatic relationships, and though this was a work trip, it would be nice to see your family and stock up on Snezhnayan comfort foods you couldn’t find anywhere else.

Of course, relieved as you were at the news you’d be getting a small break, sadness still weighed on you. It wasn’t a happy reunion by any means; Rosalyne was dead. The blonde-haired traveler you’d seen in Fontainian newspapers, along with the Raiden Shogun of Inazuma, had defeated her in a duel. It was an honourable way to die, sure, but… she was more than a Harbinger. For the Gods’ sakes, she was Rosalyne, a friend.

You’d found yourself shedding a few tears before you made your way into the chapel, frantically wiping them away. Gods forbid that a Fatuus, much less a Harbinger, show vulnerability.

The churches constructed for the Tsaritsa were always three things: dark, empty, and freezing. Neither you nor your coworkers shed your furs, sitting quietly and staring intently at the coffin in the center of the room.

Maybe, if this were a normal meeting, you’d be chatting with Pantalone or Arlecchino, making polite conversation and smiling at their anecdotes; but the room was dead silent today. All of your colleagues, even the ones less prone to emotion, had haunted, depressed looks on their faces, not uttering a word. Just… staring at the coffin of someone they all could vaguely consider a friend. (Except for Scaramouche, but he couldn’t even be bothered to make it to the meeting. Little bastard.)

And then, there he is. Head of ginger hair strutting through the door like he owns the place.

Tartaglia takes a quiet place on the other end of the coffin, not meeting your eyes.

Good. Don’t.

Of course, it’s rich of you, a Harbinger, to be calling any of the other Harbingers scum bags, but Tartaglia… oh, he deserved it.

When he thought you weren’t looking, he’d stare at your legs, or your ass, or even just you generally, which somehow pissed you off even more. Of course, he usually had the sense to not do this when you could see— as a matter of fact, he’d vehemently avoid meeting your eyes or speaking to you whenever he could. It’s definitely your doing; the calculated glare you shoot at him when you accidentally make eye contact mixed with the sharp words you angle at him when you two do speak has him cowering away from you like a kicked puppy.

You know he’s scared of you. Not just scared of you; he’s terrified of you and everything you stand for, and you know it makes his little cock hard.

It’s both pathetic and arousing. You think, annoying as he is, that he’d be fun to break. He’d crumble so easily with just one touch from you, shamelessly desperate. You can almost see him on his knees, begging for something, anything from you, one of your feet planted on his chest.

It makes a heat swell in your stomach that you try your best to ignore.

The meeting is quick and to the point. You’re pleased that Pierro doesn’t like to waste any time with his affairs, and the whole ordeal is mostly painless.

You realize, halfway through, that it fucking hurts. Rosalyne is truly dead. A friend? Maybe. but certainly a woman you looked up to and deemed honourable.

If tears find themselves gathering on your lashes, you blink them away.

Because you know, when your head is bowed and eyes are fixed on the floor, that he’s staring at you with those enormous blue eyes, drinking you in like some sort of erotica instead of being a grieving person wrapped all the way up in furs.

It makes your blood boil. How arrogant and disrespectful, to ogle someone over a coffin. What an absolute pervert you must be to do something like that; while the other Harbingers express their condolences and prayers to the coffin, he stares. Like you’re some kind of sexy freak show.

Quietly, Pierro leaves. You and your coworkers know that it’s a silent dismissal, and most of the group chooses to leave as quickly as possible, not lingering at their acquaintance’s grave.

Well, except for two of you.

“I’m, uh…” an uncharacteristically soft voice comes from the other side, snapping your head up, “I’m grateful that she is able to have her final resting place in the Motherland. What an honor, to be under the Tsaritsa’s eye even in death.”

The look on your face is much more intense than a glare. It’s pure hatred.

“How dare you speak about her like you cared about her? You said it yourself, that you disapproved of her methods,” you snap, glaring daggers at him, “and keep Her Majesty’s name out of your mouth. Scum.”

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” Tartaglia mumbles, “I just—“

“So shameless. Ogling me over her grave like you did. Some Harbinger you are, eh? You may be strong in a fight, but out here in the Motherland, you’re weak.”

In a moment’s decision, you grab his face. His chin is between your fingers, and he’s obviously surprised, just still refusing to meet your eyes.

“Look at me,” you sneer, forcing him to make eye contact, “Listen, piggy. I know you want me.”

His mouth makes a sound akin to a gasp, unintelligible with your fingers squishing his mouth open. Unbridled fear swirls in his eyes, and it’s fucking delicious. “Do you think you deserve me?”

“No, ma’am,” he answers instantly.

“That’s what I thought. You’re the weakest of us and you know it. Ogle me all you’d like, but until you prove yourself worthy, we’ll start small.”

“What do you mean, st-“

You let go of his face, crossing to the other side of the coffin.

“On your knees.”

He drops immediately, hitting the ground with a painful thud. “Anything for you,” he says, looking up at your figure.

“That’s the most pathetic thing you’ve ever said to me,” you reply simply, grabbing a nearby chair and bringing it to sit in front of him. “Look at you. I bet you think you’re going to eat my pussy, huh?”

The humiliated blush on his face goes from pink to red at your vulgar choice of language. “You want it, Childe? You want my pretty cunt on your mouth?”

“Yes ma’am,” he nods, keeping his hands in his lap— you know he wants to touch you so badly, spread your legs and grab at you and carry out every perverted thing he’s thought of.

“Too bad,” you sneer, pushing a foot to his chest and sending him teetering backwards. “Perverts don’t get pussy privileges. They have to earn it. Like… Pierro has.”

Tartaglia’s face drops as you drag your foot from his pecs to his torso. “And Pantalone, and Arlecchino, and Dottore, and Sandrone… and Scaramouche,” you purr menacingly, crossing your legs instead of spreading them like you know he wants you to do.

(That last bit about Scaramouche was actually a total lie. You just wanted to see the look on his face when you said it.)

“I can earn it. I promise you, I’ll earn it, ma’am,” he pleads, even going as far as placing his hands behind his back. It’s almost cute, the way he looks up at you with those big eyes, humiliated tears brimming on his eyelashes.

“Aw. What a pretty boy,” you coo, “crying for me. Are you that happy to be in my presence?”

“Yes, Gods, you know I am,” he pants.

“Then you’ll be happy with this and nothing else.”

Your heeled foot lands right on his clothed crotch. He gasps, watching intently as you grind the ball of your foot down. His gasp turns into a whimper, breath coming in hot pants into his hand.

“Uh uh. If you’re going to fuck yourself stupid on my shoe, you have to make sure everyone who wants to hear you can do so.” You slap his hand away from his mouth, further rubbing your foot into his dick. He moans like a bitch in heat at the feeling before you pull your shoe away, grinning as you watch him whine. “I believe the stipulations were that you would hump me like a dog, not have me doing all the work.”

Gods, he looks hot like this, grabbing your foot back and placing it on his dick. His thrusts like a bitch in heat, his hands on your calf. “Pathetic,” you smile, the heat between your legs finally starting to get to you. You can feel his dick, and it’s bigger than you thought it would be; but certainly not gut-wrecking like Pierro’s, or even impressive at all. Honestly, he’s kind of small. Not what you’d look for in a partner, but maybe a toy instead.

Perfect for tying him down and putting a cock ring on him and fucking yourself for hours and hours, using him as a live in sex toy.

But that was a fantasy for a later day.

He whines as he frantically humps against you, fingers digging into your flesh. A few minutes ago, you would have snapped at him for putting his hands on you, but now you’re too horny to particularly care. The rush of power you get from the erotic sight is more than enough to satisfy you for now.

“Thank you, thank you,” he whines, hips stuttering. Sweat beads on his forehead and neck, plastering his hair to his skin.

“Tell me, pig. Have you ever been with a woman before?”

Surprisingly, he shakes his head. Huh. Okay, for someone as good looking as him, I just assumed he’d be experienced.

“No?” Obvious delight creeps into your voice, “oh, baby. Will I have to teach you everything?”

He shakes his head again, whimpering pathetically. “I want to cum. Please, ma’am, may I?”

“Not yet,” you say simply, resting your cheek in your hand.

He whines adorably at your response as he grinds his sad, hard cock against your heel. “I knew you wouldn’t last long, virgin. Tsaritsa knows what you’ll do if I let you fuck me.”

He moans again, sounding like a born and bred whore.

“On the other hand, your cock is pretty small… maybe I’ll fuck you instead,” you hum, “bet your pussy is so pretty, hairless and tight. Totally untouched, hm? Let me wreck it with my cock, ruin you for anyone else.”

“Please,” he sobs, tears streaming down his face. Just as a treat, you apply a little more pressure.

“Virgins always get so eager. Look at you, humiliating yourself on my foot. If you prove yourself, I might have to tie you down, you know; can’t let you grab at me like some sort of animal when you’re inside me.”

“Ma’am, I can’t hold it, I’m going to… gonna…”

“Go on, stupid boy. Cum in your pants.”

Tartaglia groans as his hips still, a wet spot forming on the front of his pants. “Thank you, Gods, thank you, ma’am!” he weeps, frantically wiping at his tears with his sleeve. You say nothing as he turns to face you again, resuming his tradition of refusing eye contact with you. “Did I… did I prove myself?”

You stay silent.

“…Yes. Very well, then. You know where my lodgings at headquarters are. Stop staring at me in public, and maybe I’ll let you in when you knock.”

PHEW i basically spedrun writing this… thirsts and requests are open! i’d love to have some more mutuals and friends in the writer community. :)

#genshin impact #tartaglia #genshin x reader #tartaglia x reader #genshin impact smut #childe x reader #gn!reader #genshin smut #tartaglia smut #childe smut #genshin #･*:..☆marisol writes #; tartaglia #; childe

[found-family-tournament]

Found Family Tournament Round 1 Part 6 Group 29

Propaganda and further pictures under the cut

Squad 312: Tyler Jones, Scarlett Jones, Cat Brannock, Zila Madran, Finian de Seel, Kaliis Gilwraeth, Aurora Jie-Lin O'Malley

Fatui Harbingers: Childe/Tartaglisa/Ajax, Aleccino/the Knave, Pantalone/Regator, La Singnora/the Crimson Whitch of Embers/the Fair Lady/Rosalyn, Sandron/Marionette, Scaramouche/the Balladeer/Kunikuzushi, Pulcinelle/the Rooster, Columbina/Damslette, Il Dottore/the Docter/Zandik, Pierro/the Jester, Tsaritsa

Submissions are still open!

Squad 312:

Their love for each other literally saved the universe by teaching the enemy what love truly is, they fought tooth and nail to get back to each other through time and space, they call each other family in canon, and they love each other so much!!!

Fatui Harbingers:

they are the power of villains but their all friendhips,,, they all are broken and evil have done horrifiying things and society hates them and yet they stil chose to be with eachother. scaramouse was a broken puppet who was discared from his mother and they took him in and dottore fixed him up, signora was so trauatized by her husbands death that she magically spouted flames and her mother/the tsarista gave her a cryo delution so she wouln'dt die, ajax was 14 when he fell in the abyss for 3 abyssal months/3 days and when he came out he was like a little bloodthirsty gremlin and theyve watched him grow up fro like the past 6 years and papanelle is so fr. and columbinas a furey yrder gremlin nd shes the best i love her so much.

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[tikitsune]

Okie hear me out Il Dottore with SO!reader who thinks of hunting/playing around/torturing people as playing around with toys.

They bring their dolls to their lovely husband/boyfriend/partner/thing so that he can also share the fun of playing with toys.

~

Kneeling before the throne of the Tsaritsa, a group of traitors, one who almost leaked their plans to bring down Celestia.

The 1st, 5th, 6th, 8th, 9th and 11th Fatui Harbingers present in the room. Of course, there was also the 11th harbinger's partner as well as the 6th harbinger's boyfriends, who helped uncover the traitorous group.

Out of an open window on the roof of the throne room came a figure, landing and a plie, arms spread like an air plane.

The figure straightened up and looked at the Tsaritsa with a childish expectance look. "Toys?"

A cold, chilling laugh rang throughout the room as the ruler looked at the hopeful expression of her adopted child.

"I'm afraid not, my little snowfall." She said, with a kind smile that not many people were used to.

"Awe!" The figure, now identifiable as the heir to the Cryo Nation, pulled their face in a pout. "Why else besides toys would you call me during your work hours?"

It was then that the Cryo heir realized that they were not the only ones in the room. "Hello!"

The 6th harbinger's boyfriend with ivory hair gave them a smile and a small wave with his bandaged hand. His other boyfriend gave them a sly smirk, to which they returned back.

The 11th harbinger's partner gave a small nod of his head, to which they gave a ballet third prep bow before gracefully opening to second then rest.

A movement caught their eye as one of the traitors tried to undo their restraints while all eyes were on the Sneznhayan successor.

They turned around and pointed at the person like a scolding mother, "Toy, stay. You don't get to move."

A challenged look appeared in their eyes as the dipped their head lower, peering at them through their eyelids.

"Little snowfall, they are not toys."

Once again their face contorted onto a pout. "But you haven't given me toys in six years."

Their face turned serious and their eyes sharpened. "Speaking of which," their voice also dropped an octive or two. "The mission you gave me is complete."

A giggle sounded as their voice and features went back to what it was before. "The screams of the toys were quite pleasant. You didn't say it couldn't make them my toys so I played with them for a little while. There was one guy who was pleading me not make him infertile before he could have a kid. Should have thought of that before messing with my family."

A pleased smile graced the normally stoic face of the ruler of the cold. "Good job, my dear. As a prize for doing well, I will indeed be giving you toys. In fact, how about you take them?"

Eyes sparkled as the Sneznhayan child looked at her new toys. "Ooh. Maybe I can bring them to Zandik. He can do his experiments and I can play with them."

They jumped up and down repeatedly, clapping their hands. "Thank you, mother. I'll make good use of them."

A wave of their hand and ice soldiers appeared forcing the traitors to their feet and to follow along with the joyous child.

~

The doors to the 2nd Harbinger's lab were shut. No one brave enough to go in without permission except for the Tsaritsa (albeit very, very rare), the 8th Harbinger and , of course, the heir to the throne of Sneznhaya and his lover.

It slammed open, surprising the 2nd Harbinger out of his fanatical pleasure of his experiment. His own dolls ran amunk the equipment, the youngest patiently waiting, staring at the door.

"Mama!" The youngest let out as he ran to the figure who just entered. They picked her up resting him on their hips.

"Hi, little one."

Hearing the announciation that his lover was back stopped the 2nd Harbinger, mid-injection. "My cure, your back."

A kiss was planted on his cheek as her circles his arms around them and his clone. The other clones, varying in age, began to poke at the amass of toys that their creator's partner had brought along with them.

"Oh yeah. Mother gave me a bunch of new toys. I was thinking maybe we could play with them."

"Of course, my cure."

His face broke out in a scary grin. As if a trigger, his lover followed and then the clones behind them broke out into scary grins of their own. To finish it off, the little one in their arms broke out in a mix between a cute and scary grin which scared the group of traitors more.

Well this would sure be fun.

~

So I originally thought of this for the Monster Duchess and the Contracted Princess, but I thought with the way the character I made was being played, I thought it would fit something like this.

#Sneznhaya #genshin #genshin fluff #fatui harbingers #il dottore x reader #kazuscarahei #ChiLi #the tsaritsa #pierro #pulcinella #scaramouche #la signora #pantalone #tartaglia

[voidfragments]

muse bio; brighella

general information

basic information

name: tianwu aliases: brighella age: a bit over 500. appears as a young adult. gender: trans male pronouns: he/him orientation: bisexual (but only has eyes for the tsaritsa) species: human nationality: snezhnayan ethnicity: unknown; from outside the seven nations. (chinese-filipino) family: younger sister (deceased) occupation: fatui harbinger constellation: tbd

appearance

height: 173cm / 5'8" build: skinny, lacking muscle hair: short and fluffy. gray-brown, with lighter streaks. eyes: a gradient from sky blue to magenta, dotted with white spots like stars. deep shadows below them. other: the majority of his body is robotic prosthetics, in a style somewhat reminiscent of khaenri'an technology. few get to see this, however, as he tends to cover it up with his clothing.

background

the cataclysm wrought destruction across all of teyvat, in all manner of ways. in that destruction was a certain survivor; and burned into that survivor's mind was the face of the one he considers his savior: the cryo archon, snezhnaya's tsaritsa. though he survived, tianwu had nothing left. his home was destroyed, his precious sister was dead, and his own body was failing him, thoroughly corrupted with abyssal influence. all he had left to cling to was the image of his savior. so, when he learned that she had formed a group calling themselves the fatui, he signed up without a second thought. unlike many of the harbingers, tianwu did not join at the top ranks. he worked his way up from the bottom, proving both his abilities and his obsessive loyalty to her excellency over the years. in the original, unaltered timeline, he was not an official harbinger, but held a title and position roughly equivalent to them (and may have stepped up to fill either the 6th or 8th seat when they became vacant). in the altered timeline post-inversion of genesis, he's held the 6th seat for some time now.

combat information

elemental affinities

anemo delusion. he doesn't use it much.

weapon affinities

catalyst. by which i mean, he doesn't strictly need a weapon to make use of his abilities. rifle. his preference, as it allows him to stay far away from the action--he considers himself far more of an information specialist than a combatant.

abyssal corruption

this is, essentially, an adaptation of hi3!tianwu's extensive honkai infection and eventual herrscher transformation. much of his body has been replaced with mechanical prosthetics to fend off the worst of it, but its effects on his body appear to still linger in two ways: unnatural longevity. on the surface, this appears similar to the khaenri'ans' curse of immortality. tianwu is not khaenri'an, and this is not that curse, but the exact details of it have yet to be pinpointed. gravitational manipulation abilities. they've grown quite powerful over the years--though, as someone who specializes in information rather than combat, it's not something he tends to make much use of.

ooc information

important note: regarding the tsaritsa

brighella was originally envisioned as an au for hi3's chen tianwu/owl (and is still an expy of him), and as such is specifically designed around the concept of the tsaritsa as an expy of hi3's herrscher of ice, ana schariac, in the same way that, for example, raiden ei is an expy of raiden mei. i may make some concessions for completely original tsaritsas, but i will not write him with tsaritsas based on other hi3 characters. everyone else is, of course, welcome to interact with him regardless! if you write a different kind of tsaritsa, but you still want to interact, consider scaramouche, fatui informant!owl, or any of my 3 fatui ocs instead!

#muse bio

[burned-out-match]

childe x reader | financial burden

segment 1 (I don’t really want to call this a chapter... it’s really short... I’m still working on it!)

Four years. Four years you had known him. 

Liyue harbor was a lovely town. You had grown up there, living in a tiny shop just underneath the main business places. Your father owned a junk shop. That term is not used lightly… he always had a fascination for trinkets. He was your hero, though. You learned at a young age how to help him manage his business… counting funds, pricing products, dealing with customers… and you’d never thought that much of your simple life. That’s how all the stories start, though. 

A quick ‘ding’ from the door was what caught your attention. You looked up, seeing some fatui officers stomp into your family’s store. One of them was a pyro agent. What did they need force for, you wondered… that is, until one of them yelled at you. 

“Are you the owner of this… establishment?”

“Maybe. What do you need from me?”

You didn’t have the patience for more irritation from the bank. They needed to mind their damn business. Always trying to wring money from you and your dad…

“It would be in your best interest…” the officer took a step forward and invaded your space “to treat your superiors with respect.”

“And what exactly makes you my superior? The badge on your coat or the polish on your boot?”

The officer sighed, frustrated by your stubbornness. Pinching their nose, they spoke again.

“We’re here to shut down the shop. Your business is failing. Your loans are not beneficial to the bank. This little… place… is being confiscated from you. Have your personal items gathered and your place of residence adjusted by tomorrow.”

Shit.

Another one of the officers looked around the room, scoffing at the contents of the store. He snatched up a small item and stuffed it in his pocket.

“You gonna pay for that?”

“Why would I? It’s not like you’re gonna sell it before tomorrow.” He spat his words, offering a glare in your direction. The pyro agent gestured towards the door, not saying a word, and the group left the shop shortly after. 

A sigh left your lips as you wondered what to do about this situation… What would you tell your father? Should you try to fight back? Where would you go? How would you survive?

You looked out the door to see a man arguing with the fatui officers. They seemed to respect him, which was odd considering the attitude they had just dished out at you, but you didn’t think much of it. That is, until the man crossed his arms, shook his head, and nodded towards the bank. Odd.

Your night was a busy one. Your father was out of town, so you’d have to chase him down in the morning. Meanwhile, you busied yourself with packaging up goods. After countless hours of sorting through sales records, everything was a blur. 

You awoke to the sound of a bell coming from the front of the shop.

#childe x reader #childe #ajax #tartaglia #tartaglia x reader #ajax x reader #why does this man have so many names #genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #unfinished #tiny tiny little sample of what's to come #sorry it's so short :/

[sleepinglionhearts]

Love your art (always)!!! Do you have a backstory/bio for the dark haired anemo catalyst user in your new post? They look so cute/cool! :00

Hello, anon! Thank u for asking!

I think I've posted briefly before about Jun here, but it was part of an ask game and I didn't give his entire backstory (or what I've come up with, anyway, ehe)

He is Jun Ogura, from Inazuma, and has been living in Liyue for quite some time as of late. He is strange man, of a friendly enough attitude, but a cold and ruthless nature.

Was at one point a relatively sweet young man and oldest son in a merchant family. He gained his vision when trying to save the person he loved most from falling to the abyss, but he did not know how to use it and so failed to recover them. He has a grudge against the archons over this and is out for revenge... and the desperate want to become powerful enough to find and rescue his darling.

His despair and pain over his own failure to save them and his desire for vengeance seem to have afflicted him with some sort of immortality - he himself does not know if this is a blessing or a curse: he now has plenty of time to become strong, hunt down and challenge the archons but he is also very certain that as the years have passed, so too has the lover he was so determined to find and rescue.

(Not that he would know it, but that very same love he is missing so much is afflicted with their own curse and mysteriously long life - but that's @reddish-yellowish 's tale to tell as that is HER oc ehehe.)

Kinda got kicked out of Inazuma for some (he'll call it petty) disagreements (read: murder attempts) with the archon there, but this will only be important much later.

He speaks politely, quietly and with a low voice, and just LOVES to talk during combat. A cruel catalyst user who carries a few knives on his person and prefers to get close to his opponent and chat while he cuts them up. Has a tendency to suddenly become aggressive but back off if bored or his attention is caught by something, but is by no means lazy or foolish enough to lose track of his opponent. Good in one on one fights but starts to lose advantage in big groups.

A wanderer who has decided to stay in Liyue for some time and has recently become intrigued by the strange Traveler and their mysterious little floating companion. Makes them both very uncomfortable. Also makes that odd redheaded fatui boy who calls himself a harbinger uncomfortable, and finds it vastly amusing. Will later decide to accompany the Traveler to Inazuma because he has decided he likes them and they make for good fun and less boredom, but also to stir up some trouble because that's just what he likes to do :)

Oh, don't worry, spending time around the Traveler will be good for him. He'll start to change for the better. Become a little more domesticated.

It's not the most detailed or nice backstory, but it's what I've got for him right now. ♡

#oc art tag #genshin impact art tag #reply #answered #again thanks for asking about jun! #he was one of those rare instances where i was like 'that's it i NEED to make an attractive but absolutely awful person of a character NOW' #and girlfriend was like 'oh but also i want to make an oc and they should be in love BUT make it TRAGIC' #and so that is where we went! #jun who is out for blood and causing problems! timaethus who has been turned into an abyss mage-like critter! #oh the drama! oh the longing! oh the 'wait wtf that's my boyfriend my boyfriend is some sort of creature????' #also yes the family name ogura was chosen in connection w the inazuma textile guild people #i want this also to be one of those weird little points of trouble when he finally goes back #also somewhere... SOMEWHERE i think i have half a comic about one of his encounters w childe #bc while i was like 'yes terrible person oc' i also thought 'i havent done a proper ridiculously OP type character in a while' #ah the thoughts that went into this man. none of them good. #but he is rather pretty so just ignore. the other things ok. #he shall continue to be worked on and refined in story and in character as time passes and i decide how i want him to fit in #and if i want to actually do a few little comics or something with him in them #much to consider #anyway thank u again for the ask and also suffering through reading my attempt at putting his backstory down on here on mobile shsgshhsgsh #mm.. it is embarrassing to put down a character's story in writing when theyre on the edgy side isnt it #hehehe

[fatuispolaris-archive]

misc headcanons (mostly regarding childe’s family + some abyss/post-abyss stuff). under the cut because it’s pretty long ( and also has some cw for violence/blood/animal death etc.)

- childe grew up poor, and helped his dad and older brothers with fishing duties. since he’s a harbinger now though, he sends most of the money home so his family never has to struggle or go hungry again.

- childe has 6 siblings (3 older, 3 younger) plus both of his parents. he also has a large extended family, but none of them talk to him at all anymore. his grandparents do interact with him a bit, but only because he is their grandson. the rest of his family (and most of the people of morepesok, for that matter) avoid him like the plague because of everything he did after returning from the abyss. 

- childe’s siblings (from youngest to oldest): teucer [7], anthon [14], tonia [16], anatoli [23]*, anya [24], and aleksei [26]*  

- his young siblings all adore him, anya is sympathetic but distant (she was the one that found him along with their mom), and anatoli and aleksei just straight up hate him. aleksei will at least act nice with him though when their whole family is gathered, but he has not yet let childe meet his wife and kids. anatoli literally wants to murder him (childe gouged his eye out upon returning from the abyss) and fights with him every time he sees him. 

- his older siblings, parents and the rest of his family are distant because they know he’s not the same kid. his mother and anya have hope that maybe one day they’ll get their sweet little ajax again, but his older brothers, father, and the rest of his family consider that boy long gone

- since childe was only gone for 3 days in regular teyvat time, a lot of the villagers think he got possessed by some sort of demon/evil spirit that made him go crazy, which is not that far off from the truth. the abyss had devastating effects on him, and it’s definitely corrupted his psyche. in addition to this, he feels a bit more of his humanity slip away every time he uses his foul legacy transformation, so he refrains from using it because of that (on top of the strain it puts on his body). 

- following childe’s return, he started off “small” by killing other family’s pets to sate his bloodlust. no one knew it was him at first because he’d do it in the dead of night, but one day his neighbors found him in their backyard eating their freshly-slaughtered horse raw. this is when the accusations about him being possessed started rolling about. all of his old friends stayed away from him, and people in the village openly whispered and ran away from him. he got mad and kept gettiing into fights with people, almost killing quite a few of them. he almost severed the hand of some man that threw a rock at him. he was gone for days at a time and would return home covered in blood, and it absolutely devastated his mother. when he got into a fight with anatoli and cut out his eye, that’s when childe’s dad decided enough was enough and shipped him off to the fatui. 

childe’s fathers words still plague his mind.

“you’re no son of mine. you’re a monster that killed him and took my boy’s place.”

- when he first enrolled in that fatui’s bootcamp, he told them he didn’t have a name. they called him kid/that child. he was the youngest of the group he enlisted with, but he was at the top of his class. he’d almost beat some of his commanding officers to death, and it was then that pulcinella realized his potential. in a year, he’d become a harbinger receiving the codename tartaglia. he is also often called childe as the youngest of the harbingers, and he finds it fitting since he was called “kid” for a long time. 

- no one calls him ajax anymore, save for the tsaritsa on occasion. he’s pretty much dropped the name entirely, because he doesn’t view himself as the person he used to be, either. his older family members don’t refer to him by name, and the younger ones all call him big brother. 

- despite how his family most of his family has shunned him, he still loves them all. he stays away because he is ashamed, but he hopes they know that he’s sorry. he doesn’t think he has the capacity to love much at all anymore, but he knows he loves them.  ** anatoli and aleksei are names/ideas i got from the artist msnz_04 on twitter. 

#( headcanons. ) #cw blood #cw violence #cw animal death

[insanebee]

A little different from what I'd usually write, but I got the idea from Tiktok and had to write it. Cut will be added at a later date, as will a title if I think of one.

Warnings: character death and angst mainly. And scaramouche backstory spoilers. Also I couldn't seem to make this as emotional as I wanted to-

'The first to betray me was a god...

My creator...

My mother...'

The world as he knew it had been cruel to Scaramouche on a number of occasions, from his own mother casting him aside like a broken weapon, to his only friends and family being torn away from him before his very eye.

While at first Scaramouche hadn't necessarily joined the fatui of his own free will, and had deemed the group as another tragedy he would be forced to endure, they had slowly grown on him. He went from being alone, to surrounded by people who had to do anything he wanted. He went from unwanted, to an important part of the Tsaritsa's plan. He went from nobody to somebody.

From Kunikuzushi to Scaramouche.

That was the name the Tsaritsa had given him, when he had thrown his past to the wind and taken up a new position, a new life. He was apart of something, something which was powerful, almost unbreakable. Though he had tried to give up mortal feelings, the puppet still found something akin to comfort under the Tsaritsa's gaze. Like she cared for him.

Just like a mother would.

At the time this realization had struck, Scaramouche had just heard of Ei's plans to assassinate the Tsaritsa, and panic struck his mind. She couldn't... He didn't want to be alone again.

The world couldn't betray him like that again.

That journey back to the fatui base in Snezhnaya was the shortest one he'd ever taken, and despite being away for so long and believing he would never return, the guards did nothing to turn him away. How could they? They layed on the ground, hardly breathing but still hanging on. Did that mean that the electro archon was already here? Was he too late? No, he could hear the Tsaritsa talking. He could still help.

That hope fizzled away when he watched Ei draw her weapon, yet the cryo archon made no move to draw her own. She looked to Scaramouche as he burst through the door, and smiled at him. The kind of fond smile one would give to a close friend or family member after they had been away on a long trip, the kind that made him feel cared for despite all of the times when it had felt like the world hated him. It was warm, ironic given her outwardly cold heart and cryo abilities.

It made the electro archon's strike hurt all that much more, and Scaramouche couldn't hold back the scream that he let out. He couldn't help the tears that welled in his eyes. He didn't even know a puppet could cry so harshly until that moment. Ei turned to face him, a look of shock upon her face.

He had screamed out for his mother. Not simply for the Tsaritsa.

"Kunikuzushi, what-"

"Do not call me that! Don't call me by the name you gave me! I am not Kunikuzushi, I am Scaramouche! A fatui harbringer!" Scaramouche stumbled back away from the archon he had once regarded as his mother, tripping in his hysterical state while Ei stared, shocked to the core seeing the state of her puppet. Her creation. Her son.

"Son, I-"

"You are not my mother, so stop talking like you are! I was a thing for you to use, and you tossed me aside! You abandoned me! She was more of a mother than you could ever hope to be!"

Over the centuries since Ei had given the puppet his freedom, she had considered it to be for the best. She'd thought it to be a favour, a kindness to him. She never would have thought he'd see it as a betrayal, as her abandoning him. She gave him his freedom to protect him, but had only caused him more harm by letting him go. She felt like she couldn't move as he ran past her to the bleeding cryo archon, who's body was now burned and cracked from the electro she'd been hit with. The harbinger had only just reached her by the time the find light in her eye faded, and her breathing slowed to a halt.

It was then that he fell to his knees, breaking into trembling sobs while his creator watched. She had discarded Scaramouche for his emotion, but never had she thought she could be the cause of such feelings. Electro crackled around him while he cried, enough so to damage his own flesh, and Ei had no clue what to do.

The only thing she could think to do was hold him, absorbing part of the overflowing power herself so he didn't damage his own body too badly. She wasn't shoved away, he didn't have the strength to do anything besides cry and scream. In that moment, he hated his creator, his mother. He hated the world. He hated feeling anything.

And Ei could finally see her greatest error. She had made him hate her, and she could never undo such a thing.

Her first creation would always despise her, and now it would be entirely her own fault.

Ei had not felt much of anything since the death of her sister during the archon war, but in that moment, when the gravity of that she had done finally hit, a tear rolled down her face. Not because of the agreement between archons to avoid more spilled blood, not because of the slowly developing pain from her creation, who was losing control of his feelings and abilities the more he cried... But because she had betrayed her creation. Her son.

And she could never undo the damage she had done, not in as long as she had left to live. Not with all the kindness in her heart. All she could do now was regret, and try to minimise the damage from what she'd just done.

#genshin angst #scaramouche #kunikuzushi #scaramouche angst #raiden ei #electro archon

[journey-to-the-attic]

it's been a while so i wanna bring back genshin ik except this time... she's a fatui harbinger. basically it's the seelie whisperer au but diverted

so imagine this. ik runs away from her home in liyue harbour at a young age because she's sick of being neglected by her father. she ends up in jueyun karst, where she's attacked by the adepti for trespassing on territory - it was meant to be a 'warning shot', but the adeptus misjudged their blow and genuinely seriously injured her. ik finds her way to a cave and  falls asleep there, expecting to die of her injuiries - but then when she wakes up a cryo vision whose cool energy has healed her most severe wounds

disillusioned with her homeland after being attacked by the deities who were supposed to protect her, ik wanders and comes to the guyun stone forest. she’s in a daze and incoherent and by the time she comes to, she’s already far out at see on an ice path of her own making. and she doesn’t know what else to do, so she just keeps going… until she’s spotted by a fatui ship on its way back to snezhnaya

so she trains for a while and her prowess with her vision and agility in battle deems her able to defeat many opponents, and she becomes a harbinger - columbina, but the other harbingers mostly call her ‘little dove’, since that’s what it means. she gets an anemo delusion and with it combined with her cryo vision, she can create devastatingly large snowstorms that can freeze someone to death within minutes

morally grey ik who on the surface just seems like a weirdly wholesome kid to be a member of a group like the harbingers, refers to them all as her big brothers/sisters in liyuean language (she calls them all jiejie and gege), but can snap into this ruthless mode when she deems something as something that needs defeating. basically kind of like noelle in the deltarune snowgrave route. childe adores this kid, he basically adopts her from day one, and while he’s a little lamentable about the fact that she’s ended up here, he’s glad she did too because it meant he could take her under his wing. la signora and scaramouche both have soft spots for her even though they won’t admit it at all, as do the other harbingers tbh

and then she ends up in the devildom…

ohohohoho... i do think ik deserves to be morally ambiguous, she should get to commit at least one atrocity a week as a treat

i imagine that harbinger ik would respond to appearing in the rad assembly eerily calmly. she just stands there and looks around the room, silently assessing her opponents, and even though she’s tiny it’s really intimidating?? she’s nice to all the demons while settling in, keeping both her vision and delusion on the down low, and they all think she’s just kinda weird... up until levi first attacks her and she almost impales him with an icicle as a warning

i reckon she’d stay a little silently violent no matter what, mostly because that’s funny, but i do think the demons could also help her heal a little bit. i reckon that, even if she’s close with her fellow harbingers, she’s still been wanting for familial affection since forever, and with the bonus that she’s not constantly sparring with them to the point of serious injury (like she does with her fellow fatui members), her devildom family would be a nice point of comfort for her :)

#answering asks #anon asks #jtta aus #genshin impact #once she befriends mammon harbinger ik would straight up just threaten to kill the others when they insult him #and the thing is they're not even sure she wouldn't be able to do it with the combined vision-delusion #i think there's still a sort of found family to be found with ik and her fellow harbingers (more so with childe than the others) #it's a fucked up found family but the other harbingers do harbour at least some affection for their kid