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bluexiao · 2 years

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#your highness, do you love me?

—how do they treat you with favor if you’re the tsaritsa’s heir

CHARACTERS. fatui harbingers (Tartaglia / Childe, Arlecchino, Pantalone, La Signora, Sandrone, Scaramouche, Il Dottore, Columbina, Il Capitano, Pierro); Tsaritsa’s heir! Gn! Reader

THEMES. Can be platonic/romantic, it’s on you; fluff; crack on some

WARNINGS. reader is a simp for everyone /hj; sandrone is gaslight gatekeep girlboss; obv tsaritsa is your mother here… biological or not is not really implied

NOTES. You are free to think what’s the reader’s age or appearance as i did not really specify those things here~ p.s. i tried to write for pulcinella… but i really can’t lmao

Archons, in general, do not pass down their divinity to their own blood. But for you and the Fatui, this was different. For them, the Tsaritsa was the one that built them and made them who they are now—giving them power and the ability to conquer the world of Teyvat.

…

TARTAGLIA, being the newest member of the Fatui Harbingers, is expected to do what newcomers do: be too showy with their loyalty—however, this is already quite apparent with his personality all the more, which made him stand out for you as he was twice as showy as the others than you’ve ever seen.

He was not exactly a good person, but he was the Harbinger that did not mind talking to you casually, especially after your permission. And you liked it. It was a breath of fresh air, and it gave you a sense of being one with them, not just someone who had a position just because you were their Queen’s heir.

“Are you leaving?” you question, catching him along the hallways, on th way out of your mother’s throne room.

“Hm? Why? Are you going to miss me?” he lets out a sly smirk to which you chuckled—how he can make you laugh in amusement within seconds still amazes you up to this very day.

“You’re so funny, Tartaglia.”

“So… you won’t miss me?”

You could only smile and send him look, “You’re free to guess, Eleven.”

ARLECCHINO gives you the same respect as she does with the Tsaritsa. She knows her place and her role, and she may not talk to you unless you talk to her first.

“Knave, Knave, have you heard? I heard Tartaglia went to look for Scaramouche. Would you be going as well?”

“I am not,” she answers, “not unless the heir wishes for me to go, then I shall-”

“Ah, no! Don’t!” You immediately interrupt her, “How about spending time with me instead?”

“If that is what you wish, Your Highness.”

“Knave…” you gave her a look—and for her, it was a look she often saw from the Tsaritsa, whenever she is displeased, that is—“I told you to call me by my name, did I not?”

A shiver runs down her spine, bowing her head down, “I apologize, Yo—Y/n.”

She feels a flutter in her stomach when she catches you smiling brightly—as bright as the sun that does not dare to peek in the land of Snezhnaya—what was this? Is this of worry that she had displeased the heir? Or was this because it’s you? Either way, both do not go well with her—this could jeopardize her standing as a Harbinger as well.

“Good! Now, accompany me? Knave?”

“Very well… Y/n.”

PANTALONE treats you quite handsomely (just like he is…) actually. He has a ton of gifts for you, especially when he came to realize how you liked being given one. He’d shower you with material things, and would even give them personally quite a few times—your birthdays most likely.

To be frank, he only did this at first to earn your favor, at the very least, make you have a good word to say about him to your mother just in case.

But things got out of hand.

“Ah, be careful! Lord Pantalone is fond of Your Highness’ heir. He would not tolerate it if he heard you say anything about them!”

Even the others had noticed the (not-so) subtle actions of the Harbinger, and yet it was him who thought that all this time, he was only doing this for such a simple reason.

But why does he find it infuriating just by hearing others say your name? Or whenever he sees you act more friendly to the other Harbingers.

He certainly has to find a reason why.

And the only way is to go and find you and have a nice chat.

Yes… just a chat.

LA SIGNORA is known for being one of the Tsaritsa’s closest aides, and that was how you came to know her as well.

As she is closer to your mother than the others, you’ve seen her far too many times and was able to also converse with her as well.

However… she’s quite…

“Ah, well it isn’t you, little one.”

“I… why do you always call me that?” you purse your lips, almost pouting in front of the Eighth Harbinger, to which she could only giggle.

“Why? Are you displeased with such a thing? Would you rather I call you…” she paused leaning in ever so slightly and making you lean back… but she didn't say anything else—just giving you a knowing smirk and look.

“C-call me… what?” You tried to question, entertaining her response, whatever it is.

“Hmm,” she hums yet never answers the question. She stays in that position a moment longer before she leans back and crosses her arms.

“Seeing as you couldn’t propose a new name, I’ll continue calling you the same, little one.”

SANDRONE does not really speak to you much, but people could feel that she truly favors you, probably much more than the other Harbingers and even the Tsaritsa.

Yet that favor seems to have come from somewhere else.

“I see you all are unaware, yet unawareness is not an excuse for this treachery. Your Highness, if you may allow me to punish them for their disrespect towards you,” the woman bows her head with a hand on her chest, making the Fatui members tremble at their leader’s words.

“T-the heir themselves! Please have mercy-!”

“They are my subordinates and yet they do not know who the heir of Your Majesty is. I am disgraced by such,” she raises her head and sends a look at you, eyes gleaming, “Your Highness should not let themselves be treated this way.”

Is she… urging you?

“I…”

“Have mercy, Your Highness-!”

You looked away, closing your eyes with a sigh.

“I’ll leave it to you, Sandrone.”

She smirks—which you failed to see—and replies, “As you wish, Your Highness. You truly are a great fit to the throne.”

SCARAMOUCHE is not favored by everyone, and maybe that’s why he does find satisfaction whenever you show your kindness to him.

Like a lone moon in the middle of the dark.

Not that he’d ever admit to such a thing.

“Scara!”

He grits his teeth, jaw and shoulders tensing at the way you referred to him—and at the mere sound of your voice. He bit back the words he so wanted to blurt out, aware of his surroundings—the eyes and ears that your call had caught attention of.

After all, it is not that usual for you, the heir of the Tsaritsa, to call someone—let alone a Harbinger with a nickname.

“Your Highness,” he hisses, and pauses just as soon as he had faced you, glaring at you as he mutters in a low tone, “do you love me?”

“W-what?!” You staggered and instinctively looked around. It was a good thing he had questioned you without letting others hear or else—

“I said—”

“I heard you for the first time, Sixth.” Your firm voice made him halt, as well as probably caught more attention from the people around you. It was not that usual for you to talk seriously in front of others—especially to SCARAMOUCHE.

He raised a brow at your tone, only to let out a scoff when you drop the serious look on your face and smile at him again.

“Have you lost your mind?”

“No! But you got my heart!”

He makes a disgusted look on his face, only to face away with a huff, crossing his arms. Ah, he should really make you stop… but it’s not like he could—or that he’d want to.

IL DOTTORE… Well, you probably found him scarier than Pierro honestly. At first.

As time went on and you continued to observe him, you realized that...

Just as much as someone like him craves for things that are interesting for him, he was the one who you found interesting.

“Ah… you’re here again, Your Highness! A pleasure for you to join us.”

You found yourself smiling at the grin that the Doctor gave you, standing at your usual place and placing your arms on the desk—one that is quite far from his workplace, as he’d one time told you it was “dangerous to come near”.

“What is it that you’re up to today, Dottore?”

“My, my, aren’t you a curious little cat?” He hums and turns to face you, “this time will be a secret, however. Fear not! Your expectations will be granted once I present to you what this experiment is about.”

“Oh? A surprise? I didn’t know you like surprises.”

“Oh I don’t” he smirks, “but I know you do.”

You adored COLUMBINA’s voice the moment you heard her, and it was you who gave her her name.

“Damselette, truly fitting, isn’t it?”

“I am grateful, Your Highness.”

Anyone could tell that there is something going on between the two of you—either you favor her greatly or that she follows whatever you say as if it is law.

“Isn’t she the Harbinger that the Heir is fond of?”

“I bet that she only became a Harbinger because of the Heir.”

“What are you saying?! That Harbinger is terrifying! Did you not hear what she did on her most recent missions?”

“What? What did she do?”

You were passing by with COLUMBINA when you caught the voices of the Fatuus not too far away from both of you, before they could say any more, you halted from your tracks and reached for your companion’s ears, cupping them and preventing her from hearing anything.

She perks her head but does not say anything. You could still hear the others’ voices, to which prompted you to signal from the guards that were accompanying you, and they knew full well what the look on your face tells.

Removing your hands from COLUMBINA’s ears once the guards had taken the talkative Fatuus’ away, your heart swelled on the smile that she flashed onto you, bowing her head and letting you hear her sweet voice.

“Your Highness is always there for me, and this humble servant shall always be by Your Highness’ side.”

You scoffed, smiling back.

“Good.”

IL CAPITANO… he knows his place—his title as a Fatui Harbinger, but he also would have tendencies where would show some human kindness that probably very few of his colleagues do possess… every once in a while. And honestly, that was what you liked about him. That regardless of his strength and title, you could see an ounce of humanity in him—despite there being a chance that he’s not anymore.

You’d never know.

Nonetheless, it shows whenever he was with you—or when you see him, actually. You two are not that close, it was difficult to. You are the heir of their Queen, who were you to make friends with technically her subordinates? Your mother would not permit you to, nor would she let them do the same.

One day, however, changed it all.

It was the day that you had seen IL CAPITANO training on his own. Ever since, you were mesmerized. It’s quite unknown to you whether it was because of him and his movements or was it your desire to fight.

But nonetheless, it broke all the walls down and prompted you to ask “Could you teach me?”

You caught his attention—maybe way before that day.

“I mean… could you train me? To be as strong as you. You’re strong… right? I’ve heard Eleventh ask you to spar with him before. Maybe… you can teach me that too. To spar.”

“I don’t see why I shouldn’t. '' You could hear the grin in his voice, but you can’t really see it with his mask on.

Actually, you think to yourself, you shouldn’t, you replied to him in your mind, only to merely smile.

Not that he’d ever know.

Not now, that is.

You cannot really remember when was the first time you met PIERRO, as he was already there when you were born, and he had been a constant in your life. Maybe you almost forgot a time where he wasn’t present and by your side.

Nonetheless, you’ve always seen him as quite intimidating, but also somewhat of a protector. At one point, you had heard your mother tell him to guide you on the right path. And since then, you’ve always noticed him whenever he was near.

And one time, you had the courage to walk up to him and actually talk to him.

He was… rigid, so to speak, but he entertained your talk and the conversation, so it didn’t stop you from trying to speak or have a chat with him every once in a while, sometimes even in his office where you just talk his ears off and he listens. He indulges you, you think. And honestly, you were just there because you were quite curious if he’ll ever tell you off or scold you in any way—just like your mother would whenever you try to initiate long nonsense chats with her.

But he doesn’t.

And maybe… you’re still trying up til this day, and he already knew your intentions whenever you try to talk to him.

“Your Highness… you’re here,”

“Ah, yes, I have another story to tell you!”

“I have reports to finish but,” he pauses, sending a look to you, “I shall listen to whatever you have to say.”

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#genshin x reader #harbinger x reader #fatui harbingers x reader #scaramouche x reader #pantalone x reader #dottore x reader #columbina x reader #capitano x reader #pierro x reader #sandrone x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #arlecchino x reader #damselette x reader #kunikuzushi x reader

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bittersweetorpheus · 1 year

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this idea has been boiling in my head for WEEKS I tell you WEEEEKSS so I thought I might as well just let it out:

what if you worked for the tsaritsa as just another fatui skirmisher or cicin mage and slowly climb the ranks until you manage to land a position as the personal assistant to the personal assistant to the harbingers! yay! a promotion! but also maybe not so yay since it’s highly likely you get killed in like the first week or so… but whatever, you’ll take what you can get.

they don’t pay much attention to you at first but they eventually warm up to you and even start seeking you out more as time goes on.

meanwhile, you, on the other hand, have started to notice this- how could you not when you could feel the captains gaze on you whenever youre bent down over paperwork and thinks you can’t see him or the way the balladeer always drags you away from whatever you were doing for something “urgent” when he really just wandered around somewhere while ranting about random things to you or the fiery red butterfly that’s seemed to take a liking to you and could almost always be found resting on your shoulder

…and well, there were less subtle ones too- like the random segment that would always be a few steps behind you no matter where you went or the almost weekly chess games that the jester kept invite you even though you kept losing miserably to him hey! it’s not you’re fault when you also have to focus on ignoring the suprising amount of sexual tension!

but even more suprising is the way damselette calls you over to just. lay her head in your lap and sing or doze off while you do your work.

however, unlike damselette, the marionette is one for more silent appreciation. she shows you the projects she’s working on and if you show interest in a particular thing, say, one of automaton she’s creating, she’ll take note of it and might even make a pocket sized version to give to you- something that you could put on your keychain or keep as a figurine if you’re into that type of stuff!

Speaking of gifts- the regrator. gives. you. so. many. at first, he gave you jewelry with a price tag that even glancing at would probably send someone into debt but if you don’t wear jewelry, he’ll probably take note of things you like or hobbies you have. you like drawing? prepare to have trouble opening the door with how many expensive art supplies are piled up infront of it. you like stuffed animals? BOOM!! Your bed is overflowing with so many stuffed animals! You’re hyperfixating on something? Don’t worry- hes got ya covered!

Now, if you ever wanted to get better in combat, who better to ask for help than the Knave herself? However busy she is with the orphanage, she can always find time to help you fix your posture or get better at using a different weapon or anything you might need help with. While she’s cold and straightforward to everyone else, she’s surprisingly patient when it comes to you and sometimes, on the particularly rough days, quietly reassures you that you did good.

And lastly, Childe. He’s one of the more openly friendly ones that you can have actual normal conversations with. He’s definitely more comfortable with showing affection because of the traveler and his family and such so he’s someone you could go to if you just need a hug and a headpat.

Soft harbingers. That’s it. I WANT THEM TO BE HAPPY PLEASE MIHOYO PLS GIVE THEM HAPPINESS

anyways so sorry that this turned into just me rambling or if this is incomprehensible or something 😭

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asimpforhotpixels · 2 years

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Title: The Creator's Guardian (Prologue)

Summary: a tale of teyvat's creator's adventure as she tries to retrieve what she lost and hopefully purge her world of the corruption that plagues it. a tale told by a very overworked guardian as they try to save their beloved creator from her own stupidity and flirtiness

Series Warnings: Spoilers probably, Blood, Violence (a lot less than most impostor fics) Overlooked trauma, Bottled up emotions. will add more as the series progress

Additional Tags: Semi-Canon compliant, Women-centric as hell, OOC characters, Self-Indulgent series, Kinda SAGAU, the more accurate tag would be semi-soft! impostor cult AU. Creator/Guardian!Reader/Genshin Women. A very flirty, stubborn, "humor is my coping mechanism" Divine God.

Reader Pronouns: They/Them

Word Count: 1171 words

Author’s Note: ah yes, here we are. this started as "why aren't there more women-centric sagau fics" and I realized I might be looking in the wrong places but fuck it I'll write one myself. There will be male characters in this fic however, they will serve as side characters. I also feel the need to disclose the fact that I'm still doing research on the whole Genshin lore which is why some parts of this might be inaccurate. La Signora is alive because it's a self-indulgent fic I do what I want. So if you dislike everything I've said in this note then I believe this fic isn't for you. But if you do like whatever I've said in this note, then I hope you enjoy reading beloved readers <3

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Taglist: @chocoenvy

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The Twelveth Harbinger. The Guardian. Also known as the hidden Harbinger, for the people of Snezhnaya at least. For the rest of Teyvat? As far as they know, there are only eleven Harbingers under the Tsaritsa’s thumb.

Why is that? You may ask. Simply because… The Twelveth Harbinger never worked for the Empress of Ice, rather they worked with her.

Hushed whispers echoed throughout the pristine crystalized hallway as you walked alongside Damselette and The Knave, both engrossed in their own world while you simply walked beside them, quietly listening to Columbina’s hums and Arlecchino’s occasional murmurs of displeasure as she carries a stack of neatly piled paper. Suddenly as you turn the corner, you manage to bump into the marionette’s giant puppet that’s always carrying her.

“Oh, dear.” Columbina exclaims as the puppet’s hand holds you up.

“Are you alright?” Arlecchino questioned, the stack of papers she was previously holding pinned underneath her armpits as she assesses the damage done to you

The Marionette although quiet seems to fuss over the slowly forming bump on your head as she fixes your slightly messy hair.

“I’m feeling quite well, a little shook up but I am rather fine.” You reassured them with a smile

“What is with all this fuss so late into the night?” A sharp voice cut through the cheery atmosphere you’ve managed to create

“Rosalyne.” Arlecchino greets her with a cordial yet happy tone.

“You’re back!” You exclaimed walking over to the woman who’s obviously still tired, clad in thick coats and her Fatui uniform

“Yes. It was quite a dreadful journey. The City of Bards was as suffocating as it was before.” She sneers as she fluffs up your newly fixed hair, much to Sandrone’s pouts

“Well, you can blame that on the Anemo Archon who seemed to have given his nation far too much freedom.” You huffed

“That rat could never pass off as an archon. The only true archon worthy of such praise is Her Majesty, The Tsaritsa.” She scoffs

“Ah! That reminds me, Rosalyne, I sincerely apologize, however…” Arlecchino hands Rosalyne a hefty stack of paper

“Verdammt.” She cusses as she sighs

Your eyes grow dark as you remember the memories that invaded your brain last night, of Rosalyne’s death and the funeral held at Zapolyarny Palace. If you remember correctly, the papers that Rosalyne is holding right now would be the details for Tartaglia’s assignment on Liyue. You were then thinking of taking the Inazuma assignment rather than Rosalyne under the guise of rest and letting The Balladeer square it off with his mother.

Truthfully, at first, you couldn’t care less about the Tsaritsa and her little minions. You didn’t even know them, not until they freed you from your cage, and even then you treated them as mere pawns to your ultimate goal.

You see, you were never born. No. You were created. By the one and only Divine Creator. Created from her own blood and various items she herself created, just for you. You were the first sentient creature she created once she had been satisfied with the world she has conjured up. “Teyvat” she called it. She soon created being similar to you, yet they don’t hold the same abilities and divine presence as you. She explained that these are called humans, mortals, beings who are extremely fragile and can easily die when the years pass by. You saw no use for them but they made the creator happy so you couldn’t care less.

You walked alongside her as she traveled through Teyvat, helping her creation flourish until she realized she could not keep up with all of her creation’s demands anymore, even with you acting as her “secretary” as she called you. So as much as you tried to stop her, she created the Gods, beings with a little less divinity than you but still much more powerful than humans. They are tasked with guiding humans in their everyday life with things that are inside their domain. She even created a floating nation just for them, Celestia as it is known now.

They were supposed to be loyal to our great Creator. They were supposed to protect her and her creations. You could feel your hand shake in anger yet again as you reminisce the past. You forced yourself to calm down, you are still in between 4 of your beloved friends after all. Besides, The Tsaritsa definitely wouldn’t appreciate you destroying the palace in which she resides.

And so with Columbina’s gentle humming, the gentle heavy thumps of Sandrone’s moving chair, and Arlecchino’s discussion with Rosalyne, you’ve arrived in front of Tsaritsa’s throne room. Moving aside so that Sandrone’s puppet could push open the extremely tall double door of the said throne room.

And inside sat Her Majesty, The Tsaritsa in all her icy glory. Her eyes opened up with a sharp glare as if threatening to smite those who dare disturb her peace, only for it to soften just a tad bit upon seeing the 5 of you. She motions you to stand beside her and so you did, quietly listening in to their reports as to what happened this week. In contrast to what a specific person would say, Tsaritsa, cares deeply about her subjects, enough that she would listen to reports from her Harbingers every week without fail.

As Columbina opened her mouth to deliver her news, a sudden ache pulsated throughout you, you winced slightly and clutched your chest right above where your heart is. A few seconds later, you feel a snap as if a rope was forcibly cut into two, snapping it in half with its threads desperately longing to be reunited once again, which is then followed by an excruciating pain spreading throughout your body starting from your head.

You couldn’t stop yourself from screaming in pain as you fell to your knees, squeezing your eyes shut, your face contorted in pain. The next time you managed to open your eyes, you were still in the throne room with The Tsaritsa kneeling beside you, worry etched deeply into her face as her hands gather elemental energy in hopes to cool down your burning temperature, Rosalyne was holding a tall glass of water with the same worried look on her face which can be seen in Sandrone, Columbina and Arlecchino’s faces as well. You thought that it felt odd and out of place considering that they always looked so cold and intimidating but you couldn’t care less about that right now as the pain intensified tenfold.

You could feel yourself losing your own consciousness as the dreadfully familiar feeling of helplessness wash over you. Right before you closed your eyes, however, you could see something rip through the room’s space as a disheveled Lumine rush through it.

There would be only one reason for this feeling. Only one reason that the Abyss Princess herself would seek you out like this.

The Creator’s body is missing from the Abyss.

The Creator is back.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact women x reader #fatui harbinger women x reader #la signora x reader #arlecchino x reader #columbina x reader #sandrone x reader #rosalyne x reader #the knave x reader #marionette x reader #damselette x reader #tsaritsa x reader #why am i so nervous because of this fic hhhhhh #genshin sagau #sagau

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zaiichuu · 1 year

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columbina "damselette" x gn!reader HEADCANONS

this is just fluffy hc of how i believe columbina would act with an s/o bc I love her sm <3

warning ; sort of ooc? mentions of scaramouche/wanderer

ー columbina seems like the one who would be slightly teasing in a relationship, though she'd be extremely nice almost all the time 👍

ー we know she can sing? we heard her singing the lullaby during winter nights lazzo(?) so.. i imagine if you asked really really nicely she'd definitely sing for you <3

ー her voice is so soothing that once when she was singing you fell asleep on her lap. even though she had to work, she didn't get up and just allowed you to stay there until you woke up. (she's so sweet)

ー when she gets home from a long day at the fatui, she'll just find you and give you a hug, whether she's cold or really warm; it doesn't matter.

ー complains to you about lots of stuff. (i imagine similar to scaramouche.)

ー im not sure if she can cook.

ー she can probably make simple meals like instant noodles, rice or some mugcakes (mini cakes made in a mug), but other than that she shouldn't really cook anything else without help or she may burn the kitchen down.

ー i don't think she really has to eat or sleep much, considering shes likely an angel (literally.)

ー has a very energetic and carefree personality, as her fellow ex-harbinger does describe her, she seems very innocent (and she mostly is).

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#genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #columbina damselette #columbina genshin impact #damselette genshin impact #columbina damselette genshin impact #columbina x reader #damselette x reader #fluff hcs #my bbg <3

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yandere-romanticaa · 2 years

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A little reference for those who are unsure, from left to right: Capitano, Marionette, Pulcinella, Damselette, Pierro, my ginger menace <3, Arlecchino, Pantalone and Dottore! Also tagging @bye-bye-sunbird because ily so much Dendro Mum!

"Never before has your name reflected on your attitude this badly, but even now you've managed to outdo yourself."

Childe scoffed at Arlecchino's taunts as her icy words were matched the altitude of the bitter winters he was oh so accustomed to. Besides, him reacting to her provocation was mere bait, something he managed to catch onto quite quickly. He wasn't as dimwitted as she thought he was, he could see the bitter jealousy in her dark eyes as the senior Harbinger eyed his prize. La Signora may have perished in Inazuma but that did little to stop the 11th Harbinger in his conquests.

Such a conquest was dangling on his side right at this moment.

It was a bold, downing stupid move to bring any outsider to an official meeting, especially after what transpired with the 8th Harbinger. But Childe worked so hard to get his cutie pie right where he wanted to, why shouldn't he gloat, just for a little bit?

A part of him did end up regretting bringing his prize along because he never anticipated just how much attention this would cause.

Marinette took any chance she could to steal his darling away, chatting them up while also being unnecessarily touchy, like she was trying to test something. Childe knew that the woman likes to use humans in her experiments but it never crossed his mind that the lady wanted to take his prize and make it into her own. Tearing you up and building from scratch makes her heart leap of joy.

Pantalone kept his nice facade up but his distaste with Childe's fashion sense was made oh so evident. Oh dear, look at the awful quality of that shawl, why not let him get you a better one? It really is not a problem for him, just pick out anything, he's not joking! Absolutely nothing is off the table for him! Greedy gaze and fast hands travel all over darlings body as much as humanly possible before the ginger man steps in, his entire attitude shifting from annoyed to downright bloodthirsty.

Blood red wine swirled like the gentle breeze in Capitano's cup, his feelings and agendas hidden within the safety of his mask, much like his desire to step in and end this entire squabble. You were a distraction, a nuisance. The sweet scent of your perfume made the tall Harbinger question whether or not his gear was of any use to him as he underestimated the power of Childe's new plaything. Not even the sun itself could shine so bright, he thought to himself.

Sitting quietly in the back was Marinette as she eyed the whole scene that was unfolding in front of her, her gaze mostly locked on the heart of the commotion. A dark smile was on her face as she toyed with the idea of turning you into her own little personal puppet, something that only she could own and operate. Besides, it would get bothersome Childe out of the picture for good too.

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dailyhoyowomen · 2 years

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" our little play-thing~"

oh once these 3 snatched you up they'll never let you go;

the knave aka arlecchino,,

she is the type of person who will make it known to EVERYONE. who you belong to, she doesn't have patience to give out freely to subordinates of the other harbingers if they dare insult or start a rumor about your relationship. she loves to be rough, whether it be pulling on the collar you had on that the marionette gave you or roughly grabbing your chin and kissing you hard till you lose breath, she enjoyed it oh so much.

the marionette aka sandrone;

a sort of quiet one, very observant of the way arlecchino treats you, and oh she finds a sort of delight in seeing you whine for the knave, yet she also may want to be so soft and caring, just for her little puppet, she has you wrapped around her finger (like most things). but when she's rough... oh that means you have angered her or atleast someone has, she'll use you till you can barely form a sentence.

the damselette aka columbina;

well well... now when the damselette has you, you are treated like royalty, with praises, her braiding your hair and giving you hair clips to match hers, she loves you so and will do anything to keep you safe.

they all would...

because they couldn't protect...

rosalyne... </3

a/n : SEND REQUESTS PLEASE !!

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soolh1k · 9 months

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skz texts after an argument

synopsis. texts that boyfriend skz would send to you after a fight

pairing. bf!skz x reader genre. angst and fluff

a/n. some silly little texts that i thought boyfriend skz would send 💓

warnings. swearing, eng is not my first language so sorry for any misspelling or typos.

✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ BANGCHAN

✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ MINHO

✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ CHANGBIN

✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ HYUNJIN

✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ JISUNG

✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ FELIX

✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ SEUNGMIN

✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ JEONGIN

└────── ⋆☆⋆ ──────┘

Tags !!

@albaficaslover

@damselettism

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firegirl888101 · 1 year

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Insatiable Madness (3)

|Sagau Yandere Fatui Harbingers x Reader|

I don't have much to say this update, how is everyone doing? Slow updates will continue to occur btw.

Reader is Gender Neutral!

"I'm hungry as fuck, let's get some food!" You cheered, closing the car door behind you.

"Strap in, Y/N. My sister's already being soooo fussy..." Your aunt sighed, looking in the rear mirror to see your dad comforting your mum.

"So... Where are we going this time?" You looked at her, the car beginning to drive.

"Oh, you know..." She trailed off, avoiding your inquisitive gaze. "Fine, I won't lie. We're going to one of those fast food chains down the street."

"But... But I thought we were going to a fancy restaurant...?"

"Get your head out the gutter, Y/N. When it's my turn to pay, the best you're getting is Wagamama's." She rolled her eyes.

"Well, I'll make sure to get extra food this time then." You scoffed, noticing her eyes. "Sure, Sure, go ahead. I'll just buy an 'All-You-Can-Eat' pass for you." She laughed to herself.

"Damn it." You cursed, looking away from her and staring at the passing trees and harbingers.

...

Wait...

"What the fuck?" You leaned forwards, your head pressing against the window.

Why are there people cosplaying in the fucking park? Eh, you shouldn't judge, really. It's not the weirdest place to cosplay...

They look lost, and they're arguing with eachother. How canon.

"Friends of yours? I recognise the ginger one, didn't I buy you a pillow of that guy for your birthda-"

"You 100% did not!" You interrupted her, your cheeks burning in embarrassment.

Why, oh why, did she have to say such confidential information in front of your parents!?

"Aren't you going to help them? They look lost, and this could be an opportunity to make friends and share hobbies. and maybe get out the house too..." Your dad questioned, eyeing the suspicious individuals.

"Obviously not! Do I look like the type of person who would willingly walk up to a big friendship group like that??"

"Well, you don't look like the type to chicken out." Your aunt laughed, speeding away from the area in a hurry.

"Ah, too late anyway! We already drove past." She sent a wink in your direction, a slight smile on her lips.

Thank fuck someone here is on my side.

... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...

"How strange..." Dottore muttered, tapping the glass on the compass and coming to a stop.

"Whatever could be the matter now, Dottore?" Pulcinella, firmly slammed his walking stick to the ground.

"No need for such aggression, Pulcinella." He sighed, waving off the old mayor's aggressive antics.

"Then whatever is the matter, Doctor? You seem to enjoy demoting my intellect while your invention is malfunctioning." Sandrone sarcastically asked, grabbing the compass from his hands.

"Always jumping to conclusions..." He sighed once more, snatching the compass back from her hands.

"...The compass recalculated."

"And why is that such a big deal?" Childe shrugged, squinting his eyes at Dottore's mask.

"It's 'a big deal' because it means our Decider is aware of our intentions. They're on the move." Dottore glared, watching the other harbingers' reactions.

"Are you sure, Doctor? The Decider could very well just be heading somewhere in one of those moving metal boxes..." Columbina pointed, a car driving past coincidentally.

"I suppose you could be right, Columbina." He coughed, turning his attention to the passing machines.

"Oh... I would love to just get a little glimpse of..."

"If you don't shut up and keep moving I swear to the Tsaritsa, Dottore!" Arlecchino threatened, tugging the Damselette along with her.

All Dottore could do was sigh at the ineducated buffoons around him.

...

"What is this place?" Capitano stepped forward, leading the group.

The building looked strange to them, it seemed like a cafe but there was no place for customers to sit! And the bright artificial lights covering the external and internal walls...

The light blinded the Harbingers, they all took a moment to turn away and rub their eyes.

"Is this a joke?" Scaramouche stared in disbelief, turning to Dottore with anger in his eyes.

"The compass says they're in there." He quoted, walking infront of Dottore and through the doors.

"Well, I suppose we're to walk inside with him. It's best to be on our guard; this place looks blinding." Pantalone coughed in his hand, covering his slight chuckle.

Hmm... I don't think meeting the Harbingers will turn out well. What does everyone think?

Anyway,

I'm going to France for the week! 😀😀

Hoorah! My middle ages ancestors are screaming at me right now...

I promise I won't bring soldiers with me lmao

Please don't expect too many happy, nice and generally fluffy scenes.

This is Yandere, a genre which should never, under any circumstance be considered normal. It's abusive, unhealthy and leads to a lot of victims facing awful conditions which they never should or ever have to endure no matter who they are.

This is fiction that I'm writing, meaning it's all taken light-heartedly IN A FICTIONAL SENSE.

If anyone, by chance, is currently in conditions where a loved-one or yourself has suddenly become distant and/or being hurt when away from eyes please get help. Talk to them, or if it's you, talk to someone you know you can trust.

If you can't talk to anyone, find authorities who can help you. Call 999, as it is in the U.K, or your local emergency service. They will always help you, and will never deny your rights or freedom.

Thanks for reading this, I hope all who's reading knows this information already, but I thought I'd include it since who knows when it comes to where you are in the world and whether your education programs taught critical information like this.

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akutasoda · 6 months

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Hellu

Me again‼️ :D

I would like to request a Lyney, Fremi and Lynette (fluff) x reader who’s like- under Columbina’s care? Like her’s ward- like they just meet on some Fatui meeting mby? I thought about reader having these wings like Columbinas ones but only a single pair of smaller one’s, they’re also keeping their eyes closed (sometimes open them but lovely beautiful amazing Columbina is teaching them to keep 'em closed) they're also trying to keep that lil smile similiar to Columbina’s one but yk they can’t keep it for long so mostly that little smile or just not smiling, not a much of talker, just a smaller version of our beloved Columbina

Thought it would be fun🤷‍♀️

(At this point u’re the only (and my fav) artist Im asking for shots ily💕)

birds of a feather

synopsis - maybe being in similar situations wasn't that bad

includes - freminet, lynette, lyney

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, slight angst, wc - 810

a/n: hello!! thank you so much <3

the house of the hearth was surprisingly quite the large building. while the knave did quite the good job at maintaining it and attending to the various children, sometimes it became to much for her alone especially when she had duties to attend to. so the only person she ever trusted to assist was the damselette.

therefore entrusting some wards to her in the event she would be unable to attend to them. but when you became the latest child to enter the house of hearth, arlecchino was shocked for your sheer resemblance to her co-worker, knowing exactly what ward to entrust you to.

additionally she immediately told columbina as it definitely wasn't an everyday occurrence to see another like columbina. naturally upon meeting you, the damselette immediately took a liking to you and you took a liking to her as you too had never met someone like you.

and from that day onward, you spent more time at columbina's side than at the house of the hearth. she saw you more like family considering how similar you two were and wanted you to be taught personally by her. afterall she knew your powers better than anyone else.

but ultimately, spending so much time with columbina meant you never really socialised with other children in the house. and even so, the first fellow 'children of the hearth' you had met you got along immediately with. although you weren't that talkative you would be dumb to ignore the obvious signs that you could get along with them.

freminet ★↷

↪when he first saw you, he felt a sort of pity for you. he understood your situation but he knew he most likely couldn't do much about it. and that meant that he did sort of want to befriend you to offer a light that he never had in your situation.

↪you both weren't that talkative, but neither of you minded. most the time you spent with freminet was spent in a comfortable silence.

↪he found your wings so interesting. they fascinated him and he would always ask to have a proper look at them. he did also find them quite beautiful no matter how muched they reminded him of a certain harbinger.

↪same went for your eyes, when he first saw them he asked why you never showed them but answered his own question when he remembered your situation.

lynette ★↷

lyney ★↷

↪she initially never noticed you were there. she hated the fatui meetings where she had to be present, she saw no point in her being there. but when she did see you she couldn't help but feel slightly curious even though nost questions she had could be answered by common sense.

↪but when she did start to know you, which admittedly was a bit awkward as you both weren't known talkers, she did find herself becoming more comfortable around you. you both understood each other and enjoyed spending time with another.

↪she never commented on your slight odd smiling habits as she did admittedly have something similar. but she did comment on why you always had to try and keep your eyes closed. they were beautiful, so why did you hide them?

↪she always found your wings very pretty to look at. they reminded her of her cat-like features. bit she did very much enjoy seeing them.

↪upon seeing you for the first time, he felt indifferent. maybe even a bit of resentment considering who you were stood right next to. although he knew you most likely were in a similar situation to theirs, he still couldn't help but slightly judge you.

↪although overtime as he began to see you and be with you more and more, it did become more sympathy and he started letting down those initial walls, becoming his more normal joyous side.

↪the very first time he saw your eyes he wondered why you hid them but then he remembered who you were spending time with. he did love your wings however.

↪although sometimes they reminded him too much of columbina and by default the fatui but he knew that wasn't your but it couldn't be helped.

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bluexiao · 2 years

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HI can i req a drabble of Arlecchino and Damslette (Columbina) meeting reader for the first time? Honestly excited to see them in game. Thanks~~

ty for this nonnie

—first time meetings, fluff??? mentions of almost freezing from the cold

ARLECCHINO

You were close to heaving out a huge sigh and plopping over an empty seat when you heard the bell ring, signalling that there is a customer that entered the bar.

“Yes! Welcome to-” you choked even without drinking or eating anything—well how could you not when a tall lady entered the premises, her presence as strong as the strongest drink in the house and her eyes as piercing as one of a crow’s. She was striking, far too striking that you barely caught yourself from gawking over her.

Even when she looked rather pissed off.

Maybe something happened over her day?

“U-Uhm, welcome… w-what drink would you like?” You stuttered, scolding yourself on the inside as you chewed on your lower lip.

She opened her lips only to close them, gaze observing you ever so carefully. Your voice and breath were caught in your throat, silence so loud that you try your hardest not to squirm under her dark eyes.

All of a sudden, a sweet smile was on her lips.

For a moment, you were enchanted, but only for a moment.

“Do you have any suggestions, perhaps?”

You realized: it didn’t fit her at all.

Not as much as the scowl earlier did.

COLUMBINA

Your breathing shallowed as you barely felt anything from your skin, muscles stiff and nose prickling in bolts. Cold. When people warned you about the weather in Snezhnaya, you could never have guessed you’d feel even worse than you already expected. You could barely even utter a complain or even a grunt. Your head spins and you could barely find yourself thinking any coherent thought in mind except for one thing. Warmth.

You did not feel it, but your lips quivered as it slightly parted to sigh a breath out, you only realized you were breathing when you saw the air come out of your mouth.

Then it came.

A voice ever so sweet, like a damsel waiting for the distressed traveler over the land full of pure white snow.

You followed the singing voice without any other thought, body blindly exhilarated and brain enraptured over its beauty and presence.

Like an angel.

You staggered as soon as you reached partly dry land, legs numb and knees buckling over that you failed to catch yourself until your gloved hands fell on the surface, steadying yourself despite your uncooperative muscles.

“You passed the test.”

Your head shot up immediately as soon as you heard the voice–the same voice that you heard not and followed, all belonging to a girl with long dark hair perched over a tree, watching you like a hawk draped on a dove’s clothing.

She smiled, but you could barely see it until you heard her giggle sweetly, hopping and landing ever so gracefully over the ground, a few steps away from you.

You could not find yourself backing away, especially not when she stepped forward and extended her small hand. By now, you could see the smile on her face, and only then did your body finally reacted, a shiver running its way to your spine without any warning.

“Welcome to the Fatui, new recruit.”

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harmonysanreads · 2 years

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A Funerary Smile

yandere harbingers (minus pierro, capitano and pulcinella) x reader

cw: yandere, some not sfw themes, gore stuff if you squint, darling is a little unstable

wc: 1.4k+

The Harbingers are cruel.

With their prowess and influence they were as infamous as they were well-known. As such, their methods of acquiring what they desired were no secret to Teyvat, because, as it is often said ; the walls have ears. But you alone have been doubting that ever since your feet were bounded in shackles—the shackles of their power, resources and adoration to be precise. Because, if the walls truly had ears, why were they rendered deaf before your pleas for freedom?

Word around Zapolyarny Palace travels surprisingly fast as there are always bored guards and agents who were more than happy to ignite the sparks of gossip. Yet, there's not a single syllable uttered when you're seen strolling by, dressed in lavish garbs and jewelry so obviously gifted by Pantalone. The guards don't even raise their masked eyes as the banker pulls you closer than what should be appropriate for public display. Or perhaps, they don't even seem to be breathing due to the exact reason of his presence.

You offer no struggle either having already learned your lesson. Even still, the Regrator makes sure to tighten his possessive hold, a warning to bahave and the aching marks on your neck statue you to obedience. How you would've loved to slap that God-forsaken smile that tortures you even in your dreams.

Even as Arlecchino is more or less ripping Pantalone's gifts from your body and dressing you into newer, finer garbs (as she likes to say), garbs that were owned by her ; you don't feel the least bit of comfort. Even as the Knave delicately caresses you, showers you in feather light kisses—gestures that felt more possessive and meant to comfort her instead of you ; you feel no warmth. Your heart no longer skips a beat at her princely charms, not when her demands are on par with the Balladeer's.

Ah, Balladeer. An implacable bastard. You know a fraction of his eventful past from the once-in-a-blue-moon moments of quietude, vulnerability. When he would cling to your being like a drowning man to a wooden log, making you swear to not betray him, leave him—an ironic contrast to daylight, when he would toy with you like the sadist he was. A pitiful creature he might be but you can't bring yourself to offer him that remorse.

Sometimes, you place your palm utop your heart to check if it's still beating. Your brows crease to the unfortunate thumps and you wonder, if so, why do I feel nothing? Why is it so cold? The boreal winds froze everything in its wake. You muse if you should accept Dottore's offer, perhaps then, you could feel happiness again? You're no stranger to the Doctor's eccentric ‘ideas’ and ‘experiments’, not anymore when he offers you a front row seat to them. You're forced to sit through his passionate fits and although you don't understand half of what he says, you know the gist and, it's as horrifying as his exclamations of love.

Despite knowing Dottore's unhinged nature well, you still entertain such morbid thoughts with a blank face. Perhaps, Damselette's dark humor has rubbed off on you. But you know there's another one after your anatomy. When it's her turn to lock you in her laboratory, you silently take a deep breath to face the incoming madness—can it even be called such when The Marionette says those things with the most innocent face in all of Teyvat? You don't know anymore.

Even when the moon would replace the sun, snowstorms becoming deadlier outside and chalendiers would be lit, you had no rest. The sun's fall signalled respite for the others in Zapolyarny, but for you, it rang like the midnight bell signalling Lady Columbina's turn. Her songs that once lulled you to sweet dreams, now sound more like requiems. It's still much preferable to her mind games and playful threats, although. You'd only wish her embrace wasn't so suffocating.

Even the weakest of them spares you not. Seeking to be a silver-adorning knight in a sea of blood. You welcomed his sympathy at first, when you were still clinging to the last scraps of sanity. You didn't push him away from mock embraces of comfort when you still had the chance to. You thought you had a chance, an escape route ; oblivious to the fact that you had just nurtured a new impediment. You're a fool, an idiot. Because you forgot, weakest of them Tartaglia maybe but he was still stronger than you.

Their individual toxicity is still nothing compared to the theatrics that played in those damned dinner-parties. The environment of when the Harbingers gathered are so tense that you wonder if the knife would break if you tried to slice it through the air. All it takes is for one of them to make a comment on you and boom, it feels like a second Cataclysm has broken lose. If Lord Pierro or Pulcinella aren't there to stop them in time, you might as well start praying.

The Harbingers are cruel, so so cruel. Their cruelty extends further than just their treatment to you, their dear little doll. It implicates itself through their provocative whispers against each other, it hides itself betwixt the bloody remains of those who were foolish enough to interject and the only thing that's keeping them from lunging at each other is probably the Tsaritsa's sentence.

But did you deserve to be caught between this crazy charade? This game of being thrown from one lion's den to the other, reduced to nothing but a stress toy for them? And they, the starved beasts they were, had made you understand very well that in this lifetime, freedom would not be a privilege you could have. Your soul, so deprived of warmth, of life. Your heart that continues beating pathetically, rendered incapable of true emotion—just like they wanted.

Even now, as the moonlight shines upon the Fair Lady's coffin surrounded by fake mourn ; you feel nothing. The Fair Lady, or Rosalyn, had a share to your misery, too. If you closed your eyes, you could still recall her vice grip and that strange mixture of warmth and cool ; something you used to be curious of until they threatened to consume you. She was as heartless as she was someone with one and like all of these souls under the Tsaritsa's decree, she too, was a pitiful soul. But you're no less selfish than them, maybe that's why Rosalyn's passing had no effect on you.

Lady Columbina's song truly does feel like a requiem now, you felt a chill run down your spine ; from the cold or from the eerie sound that travelled all around the hall you didn't know. You can hear the other Harbingers' voices in the background, an ensuing squabble over La Signora's passing or something. You don't really pay it any mind, seeking comfort in the fur coat that Arlecchino so graciously draped over you earlier.

“—But Dottore, what of Scaramouche and the Gnosis from Inazuma?”

“Conventional wisdom holds that Divine knowledge cannot be rationally comprehended. After conquering the Divine Gaze, he'll make his next move.”

The Doctor's masked eyes leave the blue vile to your laying figure by the coffin's side and a smirk creeps up next.

“Besides...he has a reason to return, after all.”

When you open your eyes next time, a scarlet fire moth descends upon her coffin, one so familiar. You watch unblinking as it slowly dissipates in the moonlight, becoming one with the icy winter. You can't help but wonder if Signora's doom had been a result of her karma, the thought surprisingly pleasing. If that were to be true, then surely the other Harbingers' would catch up sometime, no?

It's such a shame, the northern lights accompanied by the moonshine seemed so heavenly tonight but the person who'd promised to share this view with you one night, is already buried beneath layer upon layer of ice. Far, far away in a land where you were away from her reach and you couldn't wait for the day the others would join her, too.

You're thankful for the fur coat actually, not because it stave off the biting cold — but because it hid the first genuine smile that bloomed on your face in months.

It would've been a beautiful sight, had it not found amusement in such a circumstance.

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asimpforhotpixels · 2 years

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Title: The Creator's Guardian (Chapter 1)

Summary: a tale of Teyvat's creator's adventure as she tries to retrieve what she lost and hopefully purge her world of the corruption that plagues it. a tale told by a very overworked guardian as they try to save their beloved creator from her own stupidity and flirtiness

Series Warnings: Spoilers probably, Blood, Violence (a lot less than most impostor fics but still pretty gory) Overlooked trauma, Bottled emotions. will add more as the series progress

Reader Pronouns: They/Them

Word Count: 3541 words

Author’s Note: I...might've been too self-indulgent in this one- constructive criticism is welcomed <3, have fun loves <3

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“Have you decided on a name for yourself yet?” she asked you in an affectionate tone

She’s standing right beside you as you walked together in her garden. Your sense of smell is overwhelmed by the scent of countless flowers as your hands brush their petals. You opened your legs slightly as you walked when you felt the little fox cubs with their squirrel friends running between them.

“I still don’t see why that’s necessary, Your Grace.” you replied, carefully picking a flower to place behind your creator’s ear

“Why not? Aleizal (Ah-Ley-Zuhl) already chose hers.” she chuckles, caressing the Calla Lily that you placed

“Oh please, I rather not you compare me to…whatever she is.” You scoffed

“Is this jealousy?” Your creator teased, poking your cheek while giggling like a child

“I simply prefer offering everything I have and am to my one and only creator, is that perhaps too much to ask Your Grace?” You smirked, which made her lift an eyebrow with a slight red tint adorning her flower-framed face.

“My, my, my. You’ve been spending too much time with the Kitsunes haven’t you?” She pats your cheek before walking away with you right on her tail

“Have you ever heard of the saying ‘It is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye?’ “ She speaks after a few minutes of silence

“Yes?” You ask, confused as to what exactly she’s implying

“Well, it is important for my heart that you gain a little autonomy. After all, whatever would you do when I’m gone if you’re too dependent on me?”

“My sole purpose is to be your guardian, your sword and shield. That’s all I-” your words got cut off when she unleashed a strong jet of hydro right into your mouth

“I created you as my companion. My friend if you will, perhaps even more.” She winks at you, enjoying the way ores began to appear on your face, your body’s way of expressing embarrassment

“I never wanted you to discard your own safety for my sake. But that’s exactly what you did, didn’t you? You threw yourself right in front of me when he attacked me, rendering you completely useless. Useless. You’re the reason I died in the first place.”

What? This wasn’t how it went-

“Of course, it wasn’t how it went.” Someone chuckled right on your ear as the scene in front of you faded into pitch black

“Poor little guardian~ So pathetic.” That voice reverberated around your head as you frantically searched for the source

You then felt a hand grip your jaw, forcing it to stay in place as she played the most painful memory that you keep so deeply hidden inside your brain.

The Creator’s downfall.

You are forced to watch as the same Gods that your beloved Creator made barged into her domain, an eerie-looking device in their hands and leaving no time for talking automatically activated it. Deep, evil smirks on their face as you realized that whatever it is, it posed a great threat to your Creator. You only managed to push her aside, taking the hit that was meant for her.

The last sight you saw was her. Her beautiful galaxy-embedded eyes filled with pure fear and despair. And with that, you remained unconscious and inactive. Until The Tsaritsa along with the First and Third Harbinger, Pierro and Columbina managed to set you free.

Since that night, it was all you could ever remember as you gazed up into the night sky. The moment where you failed to protect Teyvat’s true Goddess.

“Hmmm… Such a deliciously pitiful expression you have there.” She says as she finally comes into your line of sight

“Aleizal.” You growled out, attempting to summon your double-bladed polearm, your signature weapon, only for it to not heed your call

“Oh dear, have the years corroded your brain, or did you just desperately try to forget everything that is connected to me? I must say, that hurts. Whatever that is you are doing? It won’t work” She sighs in faux hurt

“Cease with the hollow and flawed speech and tell me what it is you truly want.” You stared at her annoyingly beautiful eyes.

“My, If I were truly the Creator herself, you wouldn’t even dare to speak like this. Too bad I just wear the same face.” She tilts your chin upwards with such force as she languidly runs her fingers on the seal she placed right on your throat

She hums in satisfaction before walking away, allowing you to look around. You know in yourself that you’re still somewhere in Snezhnaya since you can still feel the presence of Tsaritsa’s gnosis. However, you’re somewhere in-

“You’re in my domain. You are as powerless as when you were merely a bunch of ores and flowers when the creator made you in here so don’t even bother fighting the ropes around your wrists.” She nonchalantly says as she sits in an elevated chair. You refuse to call it a throne because she doesn’t deserve that.

“Since when did you have a domain?”

“Since I learned to be independent of course”

“You mean when you betrayed our Benevolent Goddess?” as soon as those words escaped she fixed a cold hard glare right to your eyes as an invisible force pulled you close to her,

“I never betrayed her.” She calmly stated. However, you can see the anger in her eyes, the anger that was slowly boiling over

“I simply… explored other choices. Found other methods to become much more powerful than what our Goddess would’ve allowed” You sarcastically smiled at her

“Ah yes. Did that option involve sucking his-”

“OH YOU-” She tried to grip the collar of your Fatui Uniform but it only passed through as you feel yourself fading away

“Aww, have you been growing weak lately? Not enough divine presence I presume? Can’t even keep your domain up for 15 minutes.” You teased her, knowing full well that in terms of divine presence, you have your reserves running lower than hers since she’s been hanging with false Gods.

“I suggest keeping your mouth shut. The only reason I was able to drag you here was that you were vulnerable to the sudden influx of divine presence. Get off your high horse because I will soon snuff that source out like I’ve done thousands of years ago. Mark. My. Words.”

You woke up with a sharp gasp and with a sharp jolt as you sat up quickly. Only when you felt a cold hand on your shoulder did you release yourself from your stupor, slowly calming down as you took in the familiar surroundings.

“You gave us quite the fright little one.” Tsaritsa guides you back into a laying position as she caresses your hair

“I am significantly older than you, Tsaritsa. Besides, how long was I unconscious?” You groaned, still feeling a slight headache

“3 weeks. We already possess the Geo gnosis, which in turn gives us possession of 3 gnoses. La Signora has secured that and is on her way home with Tartaglia. Lumine has also started searching for the Creator, however, she always seems to be a step too late.” The Tsaritsa recounted as she gives you a glass of water followed by a tray of mysterious medicine

“Dottore dropped these before he left with Pantalone for Liyue, Pantalone appears to have something to fix within the affairs of the Northland Bank. He says that these should help stabilize your body and reduce the headaches, however, you must seek the Creator as soon as possible. Not just for your sake but hers as well. That wretched impostor has issued another decree…” The Tsaritsa walks toward the large window you have in your chambers, it oversees the southwest part of her kingdom, admiring the way the snowflakes glow in her vicinity.

The temperature in your room gets colder, defeating your fireplace’s warmth. The Tsaritsa was never one to express emotions clearly. You must first get to know her intimately, if she lets you that is before you are able to accurately identify her tells. The temperature phenomenon only happens when she’s in a state of red hot anger.

The Tsaritsa explains that the decree was supposedly made after the countless reports of an impostor running around and actively hurting people through suspicious means such as controlling monsters to attack knights etc. Due to that, the ever-so-merciful Creator has ordered a detainment for said impostor in order for a trial to happen.

“Are you implying that everyone in Teyvat is hunting down Her Ladyship?” You stood up, your body’s regeneration skills partnered with Dottore’s medicine have worked wonders and you feel as good as new

“Yes.”

Suddenly a strong quake shook the ground as your fireplace fought to keep your fires contained, Your body shook with the earthquake and a frown adorned your face.

“I will be walking myself down into the abyss first before they try to harm a single hair on her grace’s hair.”

“Yes, yes. I would appreciate it if you do so without either burying my castle under an avalanche, crumbling it, or melting it down. Thank you very much.” She says as she plucks a flaming flower from your head, encasing it in cryo to prevent it from harming anyone

You shook yourself out of your small fit and began dressing, ready for travel as you plan on journeying to Inazuma as soon as possible.

“Well, look on the bright side of everything, Dear Guardian. One of Arlecchino’s children has intel and evidence that Her Ladyship is heading towards Inazuma. Apparently, The Abyss Princess’ twin brother has managed to smuggle her in the Crux.”

“I see. His name is Aether. if you forgot.”

“Oh, I know.”

“You just-”

It was then that you felt a very familiar disturbance in the air, it felt eerie, yet comforting. A gentle prickle on your skin.

“It seems that Lumine is coming bearing some news,” Tsaritsa says as she waits for Lumine to step through

However, Lumine didn’t, instead only her hand came through. As if sensing your direction, the hand darted towards you, grabbing you and pulling you towards the abyss portal.

“Hey! Lumi what gives…” Your voice fades as your entire being rearranges itself.

You are quite used to this since Lumine used to bring you along in her travels but the experience never ceases to be so…disorienting.

Somewhere in Inazuma…

“Oh fuck fuck fuck putangina fuck shit fuck fuck shit pussy cunt fucking goddamnit.” A certain outlander cusses out loud as she is chased by a horde of angry people, quite a lot of them are vision holders, in fact, they were the very same characters she knows and loves, even the fucking archons are chasing her

“This looks like a scene from a movie where there’s a witch hunt, but I’m not a witch. I mean, I don’t think I am, do witches even exist in Genshin? OH SHIT- Barsibatoes’ arrow nearly hit me there woohoo. I guess we leaning and rocking here.” She spoke her thoughts with a breathless huff

“What did I do to deserve this honestly! I should’ve pet more cats since obviously the cat molecules on me isn’t triggering Venti’s allergy-”

“Cease running at once and face your punishment impostor!” Her words were cut by some random shogunate soldier

“Rude! I was trying to monologue here. This reminds me of high school days honestly, only I never remember being so…athletic.” and just as she says that, she trips on a pebble and lands flat on her face

“Fuck. I have read far too many SAGAU fics to know that this happening with 3 archons right on my ass is never a good sign,” she tells herself as she scrambles to get up as she always did.

The fall scraped her skin, thus allowing an inky black substance to trickle down the wound. She knew that these people were right. If she truly fell into Teyvat, then she would be the true God had she had golden blood. But no, hers was pitch black as if the Abyss itself is in her. However what confused her the most is the fact that with every tired step she made, grass would grow so tall as if hiding her from her pursuers. And should she encounter any mob or animal on her way, they would attack those who are chasing her

It was all too confusing for her, however, she doesn’t have even a single second to think because Raiden Shogun, Zhongli, and Venti were sending attack upon attack right at her as she tries her best to avoid it all. She noticed that they had this animalistic gaze fixed on her, their eyes have this flickering reddish-purple tint. Which would’ve been normal on Ei or rather, The Shogun since she is the Electro Archon, however for Zhongli and Venti to have the same? It was suspicious, but she can’t afford to worry about that on top of her own safety.

And then her luck runs out.

She skidded to a stop as she realized that she was chased to the edge of a cliff. Which mountain cliff is she in? She doesn’t know and she doesn’t care to find out. With her heart pounding with adrenaline and fear, her breathing faster than Lightning McQueen, she turned to face her assailants.

“I know I said that I would’ve loved to be stuck down by your booba sword but I meant it in a sexy way, not in a murderous way.” She nervously chuckled at the Shogun who was slowly advancing towards her, with Zhongli and Venti shadowing her.

“I will pay no mind to your distasteful nonsense impostor, so long as you let yourself be tied, arrested, and punished for your crimes!” The Shogun declares as she points her polearm at her

“What crimes?! I simply just woke up in this world with an arrow pointed to my face by that tone-deaf bard over there?! What? Is being this attractive a crime now?! I haven’t done a single thing that would be considered “evil” when compared to the deeds you all have done in your past. Makoto, Guizhong, and whoever the fuck’s body that is you’re wearing would all be so disappointed-” Her words were yet again interrupted as The Shogun slashed her throat with such rage in her animalistic eyes

Her hands quickly went up her throat in an effort to stop the disgusting black blood she now possesses. It overflowed so ominously, threatening. She felt lightheaded as she staggers back. She then gazes up at the people in front of her as if to mock them. She felt how the air crackled with electricity, how the wind picked up speed as the ground shook.

She failed to notice how the non-vision wielders have now fainted.

She failed to notice the pain and confusion in the archon’s eyes

She did notice the very fact that as she struggles to breathe, the skies opened up, a figure gliding down with grace as the crowd parted. They radiate power, elegance, and knowledge.

It was then she realized, that this was Teyvat’s Goddess… and that it is really weird seeing your face on another body. This must be how Venti’s friend felt.

In her brain’s last-ditch effort for safety, she figured that death by heights is a much better way to die rather than be a spectacle and die while being gawked at like some animal at a zoo.

And so she allowed herself to fall backward, feeling that familiar tug in your stomach, similar to the feeling you feel when you ride a rollercoaster.

She enjoyed the last bits of life, she always enjoyed the wind rushing through her body, the thrill of it made her laugh bitterly

“I hope this is all just a fucking dream.” As soon as she uttered those words, she felt herself slam into something hard.

It was hard, yes. But it was…softer than what she thought it would be.

“Your Eminence!” she heard someone exclaim, it was then followed by frantic shouts as she felt wave after wave of relief pass through her

Soon enough, she felt good enough that she managed to open her eyes and what greeted her were warm pairs of eyes, so vibrant and comforting that in a haze she clung unto whoever this was.

“Pretty eyes and warm…” and with that, she succumbed to the darkness that was tempting her since ages ago

You, on the other hand, couldn’t stop the rage that was now boiling over.

“Herald.”

“Yes, my liege?” Answered the Abyss Herald that Lumine has by her side

“Stay here and guard our Creator. If even the smallest scratch adorns her body while I go and deal with some pest, your head will be on a stick. Is that clear?” You threatened in an eerily calm tone as you carefully set your beloved creator down on the huge comfy leaf that you have conjured up

“Yes, my liege.” He replies with a slight quiver

Take a deep breath in and close your eyes in order to remind yourself that the creator would definitely punish you for killing off every single being in this world.

Well, what the creator doesn’t know won’t hurt her.

And with that, you manipulated the strings of fate, tying each and everyone present as of this moment in an intricately designed web of despair. Their screams echoed into the night, the trees shook as if laughing and the animals watched in morbid curiosity.

“[NAME!]” She angrily shouted, desperately struggling to get out of the chains binding her, cutting her as golden droplets escape her flesh bag.

“I have warned you countless times Aleizal. Harm me all you want for your sadistic pleasure, but never harm Her Grace. It was quite simple, isn’t it? I let you play around, parading as Her Grace for your entertainment while I focused on looking for ways to revive Her Grace. This is the last bit of my patience Alei. Do. Not. Make. Me. Your. Enemy.“ You gripped her jar the same way she did yours, frowning deeply as you resent the malicious and brutish expression on her face.

You resent the fact that she dares taint her eminence’s face and honor with her repulsive personality, expression, and actions.

You suddenly let her go as you stumbled back away from her, scratching your throat with your claws as the sigil embedded there lit up

You’re running out of time.

As much as you’re enjoying this scenery in front of you right now, there are much more pressing matters to attend to. So without a word, you jumped from the cliff and landed right in front of Lumine and Her Grace as you quickly picked up while the Herald conjured up a portal.

“Lumine!” a masculine voice shouts, his head peeking down into the cliff

“Aether…” Lumine whispered, looking over her shoulder

“You can stay, however, I have no guarantee as to how long that rope will last so you have to make your decision… leave him once again, or drag him to Snezhnaya.” You state

Leaving Lumine alone to make her decision you hurriedly step into the portal. While you may have healed Her Grace from her superficial wounds, you sense that her soul has yet to completely pierce herself together, thus letting such uncontrollable streams of divine power and presence escape. She must’ve been so tired.

You heaved a sigh as you realized that not everything is as it seems. The world created by the woman in your arms still has so many secrets that you have yet to discover.

Your eyes then widened as the events that happened today due to your impulses crashed down on you. Walking forward as soon as you felt the cold and the crystal floors at your feet, droplets of red, gold, and black blood drip down from you, a sour look on your face as fatui agents look at you in shock while they fall down to their knees

It was either because of the feeling of awe they felt upon seeing their Goddess…or the despair upon seeing you dirty the floors, either way, all the ruckus has managed to drag all the harbingers and the Tsaritsa out of their chambers.

“[Name]?”

“I think I just started another war.”

You got your creator back…but at what cost?

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alfikaethystic · 11 days

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Éclipse Éternelle | Teaser

PAIRING | Arlecchino x Original Character! Reader

Setting : Modern AU

SYNOPSIS | Character Preview

Genre : Angst, Hurt with Comfort, Found Family, Triggering Content.

PERUERE was once an orphan who had no future to look forward to, Clervie was the only person in his mind he hoped to hold onto his hand until the end. The day came, and she passed away too soon. How bittersweet it was, for a long time he lingered around as husk of the shell she left behind. A corpse of a spider, waiting to wither.

Until you unexpectedly entered his life and commenced a back to back chaos to stir in his life worthwhile. Arlecchino Di Knave, a celebrity undergoing pressure from society after his most recent controversial scandal with the Damselette. MASTERLIST | First Tentative Chapters CHAPTER 1 : The Arachnid's First Corpse Bell CHAPTER 2 : The Second Dove Who Caught Spider CHAPTER 3 : Spider and Moth to a Flame CHAPTER 4 : Arachnid's Web of Downfall CHAPTER 5 : A Wolf in Sheep's Clothing CHAPTER 6 : Ailurus Fulgens CAHPTER 7 : The Canis Lupus' Cave CAHPTER 8 : Nature's Serendipity CHAPTER 9 : Hearth's Infatuation CHAPTER 10: Lesser Panda's Snapped Bamboo CHAPTER 11: Fortunate Oddity CHAPTER 12: A Moment of Solitude CHAPTER 13: Wolf Has The Ailurus FUTURE CHAPTERS TO BE ANNOUNCED. . .

Be at ease, and ask to be tagged if I update!

#Goddamn hope I actually write this #Cuz what the fuck you'd never catch me finishing a fanfic at all #arlecchino x reader #modern au #fatui harbingers #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #I may never even write this #arlecchino just touching grass #crying cuz I haven't written anything since my wattpad era nearly a decade ago #attempting to write era

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kazyurmao · 6 months

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ɪɴ ᴇxɪʟᴇ

┌──❀*̥˚───❀*̥˚─┐

Word Count: 1869

Diluc x Best Friend Reader

Synopsis: He could never love you back, as much as you wanted—your childhood friend betrays you. The paths of two best friends disconnect.

Warnings: Unrequited love, angst, no comfort, mentions of physical abuse (and mental)

└───❀*̥˚───❀*̥˚┘

Your pupils constricted, and your eyes widened at the sight of your impending doom. Your breath had become shallow—you were running out of breath. Up–and down, your chest had become heavy at the sight of Diluc running away from the scene—he was escaping as you were being left to rot in hell.

You begged for a deity—any deity to come and save you, screaming from the immense stab in your soul. You were running out of breath, tears spilling over to the ground, your disparity was ascending to the last moments of your life.

He wasn’t coming.

He wasn’t rescuing

He wasn’t saving

He—Ragnvidr— was leaving you.

As he took Jean, he took off not even looking back, as he didn’t even let any minute slide in choosing her over you.

Why must it come to this?

✿

Laughter

They used to laugh, hiding amongst the Vitis vinifera, his red eyes—the color of apothecia crimson red—looked over at you with sweet innocence. They laughed, he would shove syrahs into your mouth, “Father wouldn’t notice (y/n)!” He whispered with a small giggle being let out amongst his lips.

They laughed, he would gently take a hold of your hands—his hands were soft—warm—he was a spark of flame. Gently guiding you far away from the ballroom, they went outside to eat merlots—the plumpness of the grape made it all the sweeter to taste when he was by your side.

They laughed, and you watched him from the sidelines, as he swayed his claymore from one side to another. You carried a basket of boysenberry and mulberry—his father had gotten angry that they ate so much from the Vitis vinifera. You sat on the sidelines, as he trained to be a knight—your knight

“We laughed.”

✿

You have grown to love you.

You were only fifteen when you learned that you were madly smitten over his laughter.

You were only fifteen when you learned that you loved his red hair.

You were only fifteen when you learned that you adored his eyes.

You were only fifteen when you learned that your heart skipped when he held your hand.

You were only fifteen when you learned that you loved Diluc Ragnvidr.

yet

You were only sixteen when you learned—

He was in love with another.

“I have grown to love you, but you have not grown to love me.”

✿

The treasure hoarders aim their weapons at you—it is faith that you will end up dying. Slowly releasing your last breath, alongside your love for Ragnvidr.

He never dared to look at you.

Closing your eyes—you awaited for your exile to reach your line of life.

✿

You roamed the lands of Teyvat.

As an exile you roamed. It was that of an unfortunate event—

oh so unfortunate.

The Damselette had reached her hands of holiness to your disparity. Her angelic look—her holiness, she had taken pity on a poor soul—

on your soul.

The divinity of that you were forever indebted to her kindness. You kneeled for her, “Oh my divinity, oh my, how may I please your holiness?”

you were propaganda for the Fatui, you roamed the lands of Teyvat to find fools who were willing to appease the Tsaritsa. You were a mere poster to cleanse the minds of foolish citizens to create a contract with the Fatui.

The fallen angel whispered her divine teachings to you—-of course, you would do anything to appease her.

It was to appease her for the compensation of saving you from your fate. You've escaped fate—you’ve gone against the heavenly principles, ran away from the doom that was supposed to happen on your 17th birthday—your death.

You alone laughed at the gods—whom you prayed countless times to save you, you laughed at the face of Barbatos himself. For the Damselette had become your goddess alone—only you prayed to her to plead for mercy. As you laugh at the face of freedom—you have come to despise freedom.

And most importantly you have come to hate him.

Diluc Ragnvidr

✿

Last Tango in Monstadt,

“Strange dear, but true dear,”

You murmur, hoping, the winds of the west will convey your message to the only boy you had ever fallen in love with—and no you were not a woman that just ‘liked’ him. He had charmed your heart from the very beginning.

So sweet—he was so sweet.

His warm hands slightly touched your cheek—he cupped your cheeks with his rough fingers, kissing your forehead with his warm lips. “It will be alright, everything is alright, I’ll keep holding you—until your tears become that of comfort,” his gentle words—he was the sun—your sun.

It had been a tragedy—hillitrolls had surrounded your vision, and you were just trying to stroll around the whispering wood. Such a tragedy that the nearby hilitroll camp deemed you as a potential threat.

Luck—mercy always stood by your side as Diluc, your knight and shining armor, is quick to hear your prayers.

You used to think—-that the Anemo Archon had heard your pleas, and as a result, he had sent you Diluc from the heavens.

“Don’t worry you are safe,” he constantly reassures you—he makes sure to reassure you, after all, you were his childhood best friend. He will never want to lose his best friend to death itself.

✿

In other words.

so—-why

You plead, as tears rumble down your cheeks, your tears block your view—yet you are still aware of his decision. “Why didn’t you pick me…?” of course, he never heard your whisper—for the first time the wind did not convey your pleas for help.

Maybe because the wind is absent? You don’t know.

It was a standoff, two girls pleading for a life—and one man to make the decision.

You used to think that he would always prioritize you—-think—but that is not the case anymore. For his love was far greater than your value in his heart. It was obvious—so obvious—but you stood there with the illusion that maybe—maybe—-he would choose you.

The treasure hoarders were ruthless, demanding mora.

It's so ironic that the richest man in Monstadt could only save one person.

Maybe he only wanted to save one—who knows?

You can’t help but remember his emotions—his eyes, he looked over you—-it was his goodbye to you. And you stood there with tears spoiling the ground, as you screeched, and he carried Jean over his shoulders—running away from your fate.

Pathetic.

Maybe the Anemo Archos was busy hearing your pleas for freedom? Who knows. But one thing happened that day. The treasure hoarders tortured you. Bringing your skin to burn over their campfire—their grins and monstrous laughs echoed all over their hangout. You pleaded for mercy, hoping….hoping….he (Diluc) would come back to save you. The torture lasted for a whole week, and you….had to endure the pain and heartbreak. You wondered what you did in your past life to deserve this.

They will cut your hair, burn your fingertips, constantly kick your stomach, have you chained up, and never feed you or give water. The people of Monstadt wondered why all the sudden the caves of the south cried, yet they would turn a blind eye knowing nothing could be done.

Leave you to die—and to at last rot.

It was.

A soft voice—a melody you will hear engulf the cave, her innocence sounded that of an angel. She was an angel. Her white clothes—her halo—her wings that covered her body. Her eyes were sacred, permanently closed. Sinners like you were not worthy to stare at an angel like her.

Her hands replicated the same warmth that a foreign person used to do.

You closed your eyes, and her voice engulfed your body. Her lullaby put you to rest, maybe she was the angel that would take you to the afterlife—maybe.

However, you couldn’t help but feel an eerie touch by the hands of her holiness. She didn’t feel like an angel—but her demeanor was that of something more powerful than a simple person with a vision

She smiled, and with that—you will serve your master for an eternity.

✿

Elogia Cinerosa

You can’t completely remember how—how you had entered to be the servant for the Damselette, she had gifted you divinity—a delusion. You are her utmost faithful servant, she will send you out on expeditions leaving you to recruit fools.

You were a sort of sensation, a popular figure among the traitors, replicating the same lullaby she had sung to you—you trapped the jesters of every nation to fall under the greatness of the Tsaritsa.

You performed, singing around the taverns—the opera houses—entertaining foolish civilians. You were a puppet—a puppet to your dearest Damselette.

✿

Dance for me Diluc

It wouldn’t take long.

You were sent out to perform in Monstadt—the land of the ‘free.’

It wouldn’t take long for you to lock eyes with the man you used to cherish.

His orbs widened at the sight of your presence in his bar, his hands were shaking, hearing the crack of the wine glass. The world shattered around his bar, you like to think of his life shock because you were alive. But you knew he was shocked to see you with an insignia of Fatui.

You knew—you knew everything

The death of his father, how he went on a rampage to kill every Fatui he saw.

His eyes no longer carried softness, nor reinsurance, this time you were going to die.

But not from the hands of treasure hoarders—but by his own very hands.

You both interlocked, but you no longer held the eyes of a smitten fool. You performed, continuing to strike and lure drunken men.

Oh, how he knew—Diluc knew your plot, your scheme.

✿

Lovers.

Your polearm clashed against his claymore—using your electro vision you managed to form a claymore yourself. You kept dodging his attacks—only missing by an inch, you sprinted towards him—and jumped by using your polearm as leverage. You held your electro claymore with your left hand—you were slightly above him, yet he managed to block your attack quickly.

You both were at it for a couple of hours—you knew he was more powerful.

You knew.

You felt your delusion become even more difficult to handle—and it was harrowing. It felt like lighting kept striking your body over and over. “You Fatui scum, you never know when to stop!” Diluc’s voice itself had become lighting, as he ran towards you—and you knew, oh you knew—

So ironic being killed by the man you adored.

Your body could no longer handle the immense amount of pain, and you glared at him—clutching your side, “Then do us the honor and kill this scum? Why don’t you Diluc,” you spatted out his name.

Oh how much you hated his name.

You were on your knees—knowing the outcome, you stared at him for the last time. You weren’t that woman anymore—the woman he thought you would be, the woman that was so kind, the girl that would await him on the sidelines with a basket of grapes, the girl who was glad to see him.

Because he had killed that girl—and he will kill the current woman that stands in front of him.

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

Authors note:

Hello everyone! it’s a pleasure to meet everyone (well if you are reading this who knows). This is my first time (obviously) writing a fanfic, and overall I am new to the Tumblr space. I do apologize for my writing style—I don’t write fan fiction as I am more into other forms of writing. However, I have been very fascinated with how people write fan fiction—I know it's a bit weird. The formatting for this fanfic is all over the place—I’ll try my best to adapt to a format that is more adequate for fanfics. ALSO I apologize for the abrupt ending (lowkey embarrassed to post this)

Anyways! Have a good life <3

— Mao

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