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hikohhmi · 2 years

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Hikoooo may I request a Scaramouchie fluff piece if it's not too much trouble? I've been feeling so down lately and could use a pick-me-up. Maybe one where he finally comes home to reader after months of being away and it's just a super fluffy reunion scene~

No pressure at all. If you're not feeling up for it, feel free to ignore. Love ya! MWUAH MWUAH!

RUBYY <33 OF COURSE I'LL MAKE ONE FOR YOUU

"I'm home"

Fluff / Soft

Scaramouche x Reader

(Before betraying tsaritsa)

Finally, after months. He's on his way to his 'home'. Not going to lie, he did become impatient about waiting for his day off so that he could spend time with you once again.

Your present is like his personal charger for his 'social battery'. If the 'battery' runs out, he'll snap at his agents pretty easily. Even the agents notice it. That's the clear sign that he really love you <3

Before his day off comes, he has prepared some gifts for you. He had searched for the highest quality roses for you and a medium sized plush. You have been so loyal to him, how can he not want to pay back what you had done to him? You're all everything he asked for.

You were in the personal garden, it was guarded by some other high ranked fatuis too. The garden was created only for you, he actually threatened his fatui agents to take care of the garden carefully because he doesn't want it to be destroyed. He knows you'll get sad if it did.

As you were getting a whiff of the flowers, you heard one of his agent's footsteps coming towards you. You turned around to see a male fatui agent that was inside the so-called shelter, but you prefer to call it as 'home'. it seems like he wants to reveal something to you in words.

"Ms/Mr Y/N. Your significant other is here."

Surprised by the sudden remark, your eyes widen. Then suddenly, behind the agent's back, a familiar figure appeared.

"You may be dismissed now."

Says Scaramouche to the agent. A smile on your face was engraved as you came closer to him, opening your arms to hug him.

As you come closer, he opens one of his arms to hug you. Since his agents are there, he needs to show less affection to you in public to keep his pride high.

"I was worried about you. You were supposed to come few days ago.."

He responded by humming. While hiding his face in your neck to him his red face.

"I was needed by the tsaritsa's soldiers for a few reasons, that's why I came here a bit late."

"I'm happy that you're safe."

You let go of him and saw his slight smile on his face.

"Same with you! ."

"We should get in now. I need you to follow me. "

"Yes, dear."

You do as you are told and follow him to his office . He commands one of his agents to bring something that is somewhere in the place. Later on, the agent brings a bouquet of flowers and a medium sized box. Your curiosity finally broke as he spoke.

"Here, I want you to have these. It's for… being loyal to me."

He said shyly.

"Aw, dear. This is amazing! Thank you so much, Kuni!"

You plant a kiss on his cheek as a thank you.

"You're welcome or whatever…glad that you do these things."

Trying to act cool, he plays it off as if it's nothing. However, you can see that his cheek is more red than before.

"Hehe, I miss you Kuni.."

You hold the sleeve of his cloth.

".... I miss you too, love."

After that, you and Scaramouche spend some times with affection in the shared bedroom that were meant for you both. <3 He became a bit greedy because of waiting for months.

He would either hug you in there and tell you how much he missed you and how he was feeling grateful when he found you still alive in the hidden shelter. Or, he'll drag you into the shared bed so that you both can snuggle and cuddles together <3

I'd like to headcanon that he'll use the second option often after you two already married! Which means that he had trusted you fully and won't ever let you go!

#genshin impact #genshin fluff #soft headcanons #fatui au #genshin fatui #genshin reader insert #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche <3 #genshin scara #genshin impact scaramouche headcanons #scaramouche #genshin impact x reader

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hearthfire2 · 1 year

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Just a silly fun AU design I made that is Silly and Fun and I just think about it a lot

#genshin diluc #genshin impact #genshin kaeya #fatui harbingers #fatui au #diluc fanart #diluc angst

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chocoenvy · 1 year

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Hi there! I love your mommy Signora post, but ofc I love all the mommy fics hehe💕

But what happens in the day to day life with mommy Signora once reader got over the shock a lil bit?

I headcannon that maybe Signora can bring them around the palace and feed them Snezhnayan food? Maybe find out they have a fav and would have some as back up in case.

And maybe little creator would be angry at anyone who talks bad about her fire moth mama?

Keep note that you don't have to do this if you're too busy okay? Stay hydrated and rest well💕

hi im sad rn so i have to project apologies for making you hurt in advance <3

Child of Fire, Raised in Ice

warnings: fluff with an angst ending, sagau, a child (that is ten but turns 11-12 throughout this) is considered god, mild blood, death

6,115 words

There was no separating you and your mama. Ever since the day she had found you in the snow, held you with such tenderness. Despite being considered a "big kid", you still imprinted onto her like you were a young child. Growing by her side, soon enough in your pre-teen years.

Still, you stuck by her side. No matter how old you got.

This was a side of Teyvat you had never dreamed of seeing. Each of the harbingers, in all their horror and glory, and a new ideal against the gods. Signora, who you thought was so bad and evil, was now your hero.

Was this brainwashing? Were you too young and naïve to understand fully what was happening? Maybe, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was that you were safe. Signora was safe.

All the harbingers found it odd, Signora's behavior. How she didn't ask for anything from you in return, and yet your young mind already had an understand of give and take - of goods and services - was eager to please her.

"I can help!" "Do you need me to help?" A smaller hand holding onto her coat, you were basically her shadow. But you were desperate to be helpful.

Signora was scared to let you go alone, despite your exalted status, there were those that would hurt you to spite her, and those with a hatred for gods that extended beyond reason. Despite her insistence she had no earthly attachments to you - that this was merely business - she would never be able to forgive herself if something happened to you.

But she wouldn't be by your side forever. So slowly but surely, she helped you grow. To no longer rely so heavily on her.

Running errands to Childe first, who always had a soft spot for kids. He became your friend quickly, your brother. A familiar and friendly face to go to when you didn't have Signora. Next was Arlecchino, brash and sadistic, but had a calm façade. You grew close with her at a slower rate, but eventually caught yourself growing fonder of her. Asking to visit the orphanage, making care packages for the kids, playing with those your own age.

Signora watched you grow physically and mentally with a fond smile. One that no one had seen in centuries.

You became quite famous in the Zapolyarny palace quite quickly. Going from being always a step behind Signora, to always a step ahead of her. Sometimes even running ahead to greet someone you knew - such as flinging yourself into Capitano who merely gently patted your head. Or excitedly shouting something to Pierro, always eager to see his nod of approval when you've done something worthy. You'd always seen Signora give reports to him, so you attempted to keep your conversations the same as that. You failed miserably, but it was funny to see you talk so formally and informally at the same time and tacking "sir" onto the end of all of your sentences. Until one day he finally caved and told you to just call him Pierro.

Despite your image of Signora changing drastically from what you used to think of her, Dottore never really changed in your mind. His smile freaked you out, almost like if you got too close he'd snatch you up and tear you apart. Like the magic tricks you'd see of people being torn apart, but you didn't think he'd be able to - or want - to fix you.

You thought your wariness was warranted. Which caught the attention of The Damsel.

Oddly, you were never afraid of Pierro. He reminded you of the nice old men that were from your old home, and despite everything, when you got close to him, he smelled like one of your male family members. He reminded you of home.

However The Damsel was the opposite. She smelled of nothing but the ice cold tundra, she appeared sickly, weak, but her voice was powerful.

Her first words to you were, "You think the Doctor is so frightening? What has he done to you so far?"

You couldn't see her eyes, but her voice sounded as though she was awaiting a grand story, an utterly horrid story, like she wanted to tear you apart and see the deepest and darkest parts of you.

"He-he's scary looking," You pouted, distressed.

A dainty giggle danced in the air, and the sound made you relaxed against your better judgement.

"Am I scary looking?" She leaned down a bit, the height difference not being that much, but it felt like she was towering over you.

You blinked, throat tightening and mouth flapping open and closed. You felt Signora's hand touch your upper arm before the words tumbled out of your mouth, "A wendigo." You realized what you just said and fumbled to fix your mistake, "A pretty wendigo! Wait-! Uh-!"

Even Signora snickered at the comment. The Damsel giggled, "Perhaps you're not far off from the mark. Call me Columbina. A child of Signora's is a child I shall protect."

Suddenly, Dottore didn't seem as scary anymore.

You were slowly but surely becoming more and more independent as the months passed, almost seeming like you were a mini-harbinger with how often you hung around them. Everyone was still aware of your "godhood" but that was overshadowed with over half a year of you being at the palace. Over half a year after Signora had saved you.

"Fair Lady, your grace." One of Signora's personal servants entered Signora's study, where the two of you were sorting through important paperwork and writing reports to officials, townsfolk, and the Tsartisa herself.

Signora nodded for her to speak.

"The Tsaritsa has requested their grace's presence."

Those words sent a shiver up your spine, you glanced nervously at Signora but her face was completely neutral.

"Thank you, we'll be on our way immediately." Signora stood from her chair and the servant scurried off.

"Signora-"

"You'll be okay." Her smile was so uncharacteristically warm. A smile that melted away the snow, a smile that saved you when you were dying in the cold.

You opened your mouth to say something doubtful, to argue or protest, but you didn't, "...okay..."

She grabbed your hand in hers, and it was warm, and she led you to the Tsaritsa. To the heart of the palace, a place you had never been.

Signora had told you a handful of times that the Tsarist was aware of your presence in the palace and condoned it. That when you had passed out in her arms after she had saved you, the Tsaritsa herself had made sure you had healed at your bedside.

You didn't ask why, throat closed up and mouth dry. You never questioned why. Signora was safe, she'd tell you all you needed to know, and what you didn't need to know... was fine by you.

"Here," Signora slipped her hand out of yours, pushing you forwards towards a staggeringly tall door, "I will be right here-"

"Why can't you come with me?" You looked up at her with wide fearful eyes, barely managing a shaky breath in and out.

Signora's eyes softened, a sight you and one other lost to the snow has seen, her hand on your shoulder tightened and she lowered herself to your level, "The Tsaritsa has not requested me, remember we are living in her palace, in her land. She would never put you in danger, and neither would I." She cupped your face and lifted your wandering eyes to hers, "You believe me, right?"

You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded.

She patted your cheek, "Good." A rare moment of fondness, she pressed her lips to your forehead softly, "Now go, don't keep her Majesty waiting too long."

You nodded, Signora's gentle and warm touch leaving your form. The cold surrounded you as you pressed your palm to the handle of the door. The cold spread throughout your veins, freezing your lungs and heart.

You used all your might to push the heavy door open, squeezing past it. It shut with a thud behind you.

You kept your eyes on the ground, barely wandering to fully take in the room.

You could feel her Majesty's presence, but you'd never formally met her before. How were you supposed to greet her? Were you supposed to greet her? What titles should you use? She was far scarier than any of the harbingers, you couldn't tell if your limbs were shaking from the cold or pure fear.

"Raise your head, child." A deep, baritone voice came from the throne, jostling you out of your frozen state.

You followed her command immediately, raising your head to meet her eyes- were covered. Her eyes were covered.

Her height was staggering as well, she must've towered over everyone in the palace including the harbingers. Her throne was completely made out of ice too, everything in the room as well. If you weren't careful, you'd slip and fall.

On her stoic face, the ghost of a smile played at her lips.

She stood from her throne, a grand and intricate dress falling gracefully behind her as she made her for you.

You could feel each step in your chest, the dread building up. You bit your tongue to stop tears from welling in your eyes.

She gracefully swooped into a kneel and grabbed your hand with surprising gentleness. Her hand, despite bearing a glove, was ice cold and pulsated with power.

It made you dizzy, the pure cryo energy in one human body and the power of three gnosis in her possession.

"It's an honor to formally meet you, your grace." Her deep voice reverberated in your head.

You stumbled on your words, "Y-y-y-you too your majesty." You squeaked.

She chuckled, "No need to be so formal, you've lived in my palace for quite some time now, haven't you. I know you well."

"You've been... watching..?" The question slowly died on your throat as you realized the absurdity of it. You were in her palace, her home territory. Of course she'd be watching you.

"I have. Everything that goes on in my home I am aware of. Not only in the palace, but in the whole of Snezhnaya." She answered with a smile, one that seemed oddly sinister, "There are many things I wish to tell you, many questions I believe you have. Those will all be answered in due time, you are still far too young for all of these dealings." Her hand slipped away from yours and you felt the blood flow resume - you hadn't even noticed it had slowed.

"First," An intricate box materialized itself in her hand, the same way the Traveler's weapon would appear and disappear on command, "I want you to know, your grace, that these are yours." She opened the box and you gasped, nearly tripping on the ice in your shock, "I have gathered two of the other archons' gnosis as well as my own, and soon to be all seven, all to give to you. I understand that this must be overwhelming which is why I don't expect you to accept or take them." Her smile grew and you swore you saw fangs peak out, "I merely want you to know that these are here for you, all you must do is call for them and they shall be yours."

"Why-?" You choked out, shock grasping at your throat, "You've worked so hard-"

"That is something that you must find out on your own." She closed the box, her smile ever present, "Snezhnaya has no room for tears and childhood, you've had to grow up faster than you could've ever imagined. I will give you some more time, but when you feel that spark of childhood extinguish, come to me."

"H-h-" The world spun, "H-How will I know?"

"You just will." The box disappeared from her hands, and in the same place Signora had left a warm and gentle kiss on your forehead, The Tsaritsa had done the same, chasing away whatever warmth lay on or underneath your skin. "Goodbye, child, it was wonderful meeting you."

You nodded, "You as well."

You scurried out the door, and just as she had promised; Signora was there.

Signora noticed the difference your meeting with the Tsaritsa had made immediately. You were shaken, your eyes had the beginnings of the frozen tundra in them.

Signora knew she wouldn't be able to preserve the warmth of your innocence and childhood forever, and it seems the threads of the Tsaritsa's grand plan were making themselves seen.

However, you still melted into her touch, smiling so widely when you saw her. Even with your ever-growing independence, you made sure to always stick next to her. You were never out of her sight, and that childish smile still remained when you saw her, or Childe, or Capitano, Pulcinella, Pierro, even Arlecchino, Columbina and Dottore got to see your childish smile. You were happy, and that was all Signora could ask for.

"Signora! Signora!" Your childish voice resounded through the halls.

"Yes, yes I'm right here dear, what is it?"

"Look!" You held out your hands to her, they were cupped together and on top of them rested a pyro moth.

Signora's eyes widened in shock, "Where did this come from?" There was no way you'd know these belonged to her, she had only ever used her cryo powers around you. Except-

"I don't know! It just kinda showed up, I think it likes me!" You smiled ear-to-ear, "It kinda reminds me of you, it's the same warmth I felt when you found me, you know?"

Signora hummed, her gloved hand coming up to lightly touch the wing of the moth, "I see." She smiled warmly, "Well, since it likes you so much, make sure to take good care of it."

You nodded enthusiastically.

Signora seemed to have been unaware of how close she had gotten to you. She knew her moth only had one objective: to watch over you.

Perhaps it was a good thing.

"What do you mean?!" You screeched, the moth that had shown up just a few days before fluttering distressed at your shoulder, "You're going away?" You whined, clutching onto her dress, "Why are you just telling me-?"

"(Y/n)." You froze at the use of your name, "You are still aware of the fact that I am a harbinger, this was going to happen eventually, I have a duty to the Tsaritsa and Snezhnaya. I must go, you know this. Everything has been set up, all that's left is for me to grab the gnosis and come right back. You understand."

It wasn't a question, and it wasn't a statement you would argue. You nodded miserably, stray tears falling down your cheeks.

Signora sighed, "Please don't cry." Her hands cupped your face and wiped away the fallen tears, "The other Fatui have taken care of most of the work, it will be quick and I'll come right back. You can be a big kid for a month can't you?" She smiled encouragingly

You sniffled and nodded, "I- I think so."

"Good, thank you, (Y/n). And if you don't think you can be a big kid there's always Childe and Columbina and the other harbingers." Signora smiled, "You can visit the orphanage with Arlecchino, do whatever you want. So long as you stay safe and keep Little Ayin with you. Understand?"

"Yes Signora!" You saluted like one of the Fatui underlings, Little Ayin fluttering encouragingly around you.

"Good!" She patted your head, "Now come on, you can follow me to the boat but you can't come with me."

You grinned, holding her hand and leading the way to the front doors of the palace, "Don't worry! One day I'll become a harbinger and be able to come with you to all of your missions!"

"Really? Will you be the 12th harbinger?" Signora asked ammused.

"Nope! I'll be first!"

"And what of Pierro?"

"He'll be retired. He already has back problems."

Signora snorted, "Don't be saying things like that so boldly, you might make an enemy of Pierro." She ruffled your hair playfully.

It didn't take long enough to reach the boat. You squeezed her hand, almost silently begging her to not go.

"I'll see you soon, (Y/n)." Signora smiled.

You flung yourself into her arms, "See you soon!" You pulled back with a grin, barely managing to hold back the tears.

Signora softly smiled, grasping your hands in hers. You felt her place a solid and cold object in your hands. She closed your hands together and patted them, "I'll be back in a month. Make sure not to cause the others too much grief."

You grinned, "No promises!"

She nodded and pulled away, you stopped yourself from chasing her warmth. She boarded the ship and you watched as they prepared for travel. You stood there the entire time as they prepared to leave, and then followed the boat as far as you could until they were too far at sea. Not for a second did you stop waving at Signora until the boat was out of view. Your hand fell to your side slowly but definitively.

"(Y/n)."

You swallowed down the tears and turned to grin at Arlecchino, "Yes. We should go home."

Arlecchino nodded, walking beside you.

You kept your hand next to Little Ayin, the other grasping whatever item Signora had entrusted to you.

"You look miserable." Arlecchino commented, "Come with me to the orphanage, it's been a while since your last visit."

You glanced up at her, and nodded, smiling softly, "Sure. Just- once we get there do you think I could have a moment to myself?"

Arlecchino gave you an undecipherable look, "Of course, (Y/n)."

Once at the orphanage, all the kids who you had grown close to over the past year swarmed you.

But just as she had promised, you were allowed a moment to yourself alone.

You took the item from your pocket and inspected it.

It was a locket. You stared at it, dumbfounded, your confusion doubling at the clearly Mondstadt design of the locket.

You opened the locket and a folded piece of paper fell out. However the picture in the locket was... Signora? And a man?

"Who..." You diverted your attention to the small piece of paper, unfolding it to read the message, "Dear (Y/n), I'm sorry for never having the strength to explain to you in person. Ask Pierro about the locket. I shall tell you more once I am back. -Signora"

You stared dumbfounded at the piece of paper and locket you now had in your hands. Was this even Signora? Maybe it was a family member of hers? But why would she give this to you-?

"(Y/n)?" There was a knock on the door, "The children are getting impatient."

"Oops! Coming!" You turned around and rushed through the door, past Arlecchino.

Immediately a genuine smile tugged at your lips as you spend the day at the orphanage, with those you could almost call your family.

You couldn't sleep in the orphanage. You and the kids had played for hours on end, a distraction from Signora's absence. However you refused to sleep there. No matter how inconvenient or spoiled and bratty you sounded.

Thankfully, after some pushing, Arlecchino relented and took you back to the palace even though it was well after midnight.

Being in an orphanage and staying there after Signora had left... you couldn't do it. Not after you had been ripped away from your other family.

"You know, I'm starting to really hate agreeing to babysitting duty." Arlecchino huffed, grimacing.

You snickered, "Did Signora ask you to babysit me?"

She sighed, "Not explicitly, but she did enough passive aggressive hints for me to get the message."

You giggled at the mental image, "Well you won't have to worry about me tomorrow, I have plans in mind to bother another Fatui member." You grinned sadistically, a grin you've seen on Arlecchino before.

"May the Tsaritsa help their soul then."

You hunted down Pierro as quickly as you could the next day, following him around like a lost duck.

"Is there something you need?" He asked gruffly.

"Yes, but it'd take up a lot of your time."

He sighed, "Is it important?"

"Yes." You stared up at him with wide, child-like, yet gravely serious eyes.

His visible eye searched yours for a moment, as if noticing something that wasn't there before. Maybe there was.

Pierro nodded, "Alright then, come with me."

He turned and briskly walked towards his office, you scurried after him, gently holding onto his coat so you could keep up with him.

The locket and note were held in your pocket, and Little Ayin was snuggled against your neck comfortably. Signora was still, in a way, with you. She'd come back in a month, and you'd be here waiting for her. You'd be able to ask all the questions you want about the locket and the couple in it.

He opened the door to his office and held the door open to allow you inside, "Go ahead and have a seat." He shut the door and sat opposite of you. With a rough sigh, he said, "So, what is it that you need to tell me?"

You pulled the note and locket out of your pocket, laying it on the table in front of you.

"Signora gave this to me before she had left." You looked up at him, searching his expression.

For a moment, confusion and shock made his eyebrows furrow, before they became neutral. Almost as though he had expected this.

"I see." She gently grabbed the note and read it, nodding to himself.

Opening the locket, he turned it so it faced you, the couple staring at you. The woman's smile one you had seen before.

"This was 500 years ago. The woman is Signora, and the man beside her was her husband, Rostam."

"Husband?" You sputtered, Little Ayin resting on your shoulder solemnly, "She has... why did she never tell me?"

"Because he is no longer with us." Pierro said, his eyes meeting your steadily, like he was telling a story that had already been finished. "He was once a Knight of Favonius, and after the calamity of Khaenri’ah the Knights were tasked with purging the monsters that had emerged. Here, Rostam had died. Signora had been at the Akademiya in Sumeru studying while he had died, and when she returned to find him dead she went insane. Swearing to burn away the world and cleanse it."

You remained silent, staring at the picture of such a happy couple. Unsure of what you should be feeling.

"I believe," He said carefully, but retaining all the power in his voice, "That she hesitated on telling you because of how much it hurt her. I never expected her to tell you at all." His hand gently came up to pat the top of your head, and you didn't realize all the tears that were falling onto your lap. "Rostam was Signora's family. The only one she had. I believe she sees you the same way now."

You screwed your eyes shut and curled in on yourself, sobbing into your hands.

"I-I want her back!" You wailed, "I don't- don't want her leaving." You hiccupped, "I miss my old family, she's-she's all I have."

"She'll return." Pierro said so assuredly that you couldn't help but believe him, "You must have faith in her. She's captured two gnosis successfully. She will return with one more. Trust me when I say this is just as painful for her as it is you."

You nodded, sniffling. Reminding yourself over and over that she would return.

The first night on the ship, Signora had cried. She cried like she had just lost someone, cried like her first night in the Akademiya. Like she was alone for the first time in a long time.

It was the longest and hardest month she'd had in centuries. It was foolish - stupid of her to get so close to you. She feared that history had a habit of repeating itself, and she was petrified for the latter half of her history repeating.

But you were in the Zapolyarny Palace, under the protection of the Tsaritsa and the harbingers. T here was no way you would be hurt while under Her Majesty's care.

But her subordinates could see her stress, how she was snappier and any semblance of leniency she had shown in their homeland had evaporated. She chalked it up to this being an important mission, the most important one since last year when she and Childe obtained the Geo Gnosis. Of course, any leniency allowed by her could put the whole mission in jeopardy.

She'd get this mission finished with soon. At this point all that was left was to take the damn thing and go home.

"Filthy rats... all of you!"

She was desperate, insane, a witch.

All the heartbreak she went through after she lost Rostam, the pain and fear you felt when you awoke in this world to never see your family again, you would not feel it again. She had to go back to Snezhnaya, she had to go back to you-!

In the end, she did make it back to Snezhnaya. In a casket.

"Pierro! Pierro! She's here! She's here!" You squealed, bounding out of the palace.

"(Y/n)..." You were too excited to notice his odd tone, "Slow down."

From the day he had told you of Signora's past, you kept the locket around your neck. Even if you never knew Rostam, if he made Signora happy then he had your approval.

"Come on, Little Ayin! Why are you so slow?" You gently but hurriedly scooped the strangely forlorn fire moth into your hands. "I thought you'd be more excited for Signora's return." You giggled, running through the snow even before the sun had begun to rise, Pierro following slowly behind.

You waited at the dock, "How long will it take for them to be here?" You questioned Pierro, staring up at him with wide and excited eyes.

Pierro watched the child-like nature flutter with hope in your eyes. He sighed, "The report said they'd be here by sunrise."

"How long until sunrise?" You bounced on your tippy-toes, stretching your neck to see as far out into the ocean as you could.

"Far too long, child, it's 3 in the morning." He patted your shoulder hardily, "And you've been up since midnight."

"I just can't wait!" You grinned.

Oh how Pierro was dreading the morning sun.

Quite a few Fatui were gathered around the docks, and of course, you were the first to spot the boat carrying Signora.

"There! That's her! That's her!" You screeched, pointing at the boat.

But no one cheered.

You didn't think to question it, Pierro having to hold you back from sprinting up the plank laid down from the boat to the dock.

You saw ginger hair and a red scarf at the top of the plank.

"Childe? What's he-?"

You felt your heart drop to your feet and then somehow tumbling even further away from your grasp. Your stomach churned and twisted. You wanted to throw up and cry out your insides.

Childe didn't smile at you when his eyes met you, as he led a group of people carrying a human-sized box off of the ship.

You broke away from Pierro's grasp, hitting his hand away from you when he reached for you.

"(Y/n)-!" He barked after you sternly.

"Childe!" You crashed into his front, holding onto the front of his shirt even though he towered above you, "Where is she?"

His eyes somehow managed to look even more dead, hope chased away long ago.

Fear grappled your heart, stopping it's beating entirely. You shook him, your voice raising dangerously, "Where is she Tartaglia!"

He shakily inhaled, pity in his dark blue orbs, an ocean swallowing you in the beginnings of grief. He closed his eyes and turned his head to look at the box that was being carried by six Fatui.

"There."

"..."

There was silence, quieter than the deathly snow at night, waiting for its next victim. Your limbs and organs stopped working, halting their movements to stare at the box.

"Stop lying." You whispered.

"I'm not-"

"She's not!" You choked, shaking Tartaglia desperately, "You're lying!"

"(Y/n)." A firm hand gripped your shoulder, Pierro softly yet firmly said, "Please-"

"Did you know?!" You whipped around to face him, eyes wide and pupils pinpricks, breathing erratic - angry - and tears falling furious from your eyes.

"... yes. We got a report-"

"Why didn't you tell me!" You screeched, pushing him away from you and backing away, your hands clenched as fists at your side.

Pierro lowered his hand with a frown, "Because we knew you wouldn't believe us and that you'd react like this."

"She's not- she can't be- she's still in Inazuma you just left her behind. You- you-" You choked on your words and sobs, crying into your sleeves.

You clutched Little Ayin to your chest, its warmth the only comfort.

Without even realizing it, you were running, your name being shouted from behind you before stopping. But you kept running. And running.

And running.

You were once again lost in the tundra, snow billowing past. Except now you were accustomed to it, and attuned to the world in a way you nor anyone else could begin to imagine.

However one thing remained the same. You had lost your home. Your family. Once again, it had happened.

You fell into the snow, curling into a pathetic, sobbing ball. Crying into your arms and knees and hands until you couldn't feel your body. Everything was numb, even your heart and mind.

There was no point, no reason, no rhyme or love or life.

You wailed into the snow, into the tundra and wild of Snezhnaya. You screamed and cried like a wounded animal, begging and screaming for someone to bring Signora back. To bring your family back.

Your prayers were only slightly listened to. A warmth floated by your ear and you jerked away. You were laying on your stomach, face numb in the snow, until Little Ayin encouraged you to roll onto your back as it laid on your chest. Right where your heart was beating erratically.

It brought warmth throughout your chest and your raised your hands to gently hold it. Your wails and sobs turning into pitiful sniffles and whimpers. It was as though a limb had been torn off you and you were desperately trying to convince yourself you could reattach it. That you'd still have it good as new.

That Signora would come back. She'd come back she promised she promised, they all promised, she'll come back one day.

You gulped in breathes of cold air, stabilizing yourself in the warmth you pretended was Signora's hand. When suddenly the temperature dropped even more. Your tears turned into icicles after they fell, your entire body numb.

You didn't even move your eyes when you saw a pair of hands come up to wipe at your face. When they moved away, you saw tear and blood stains.

"Dear, you've certainly made quite a mess of yourself." It was the deep baritone of Her Majesty, yet despite that you couldn't bring yourself to care. Your heart didn't jump in recognition and neither did your eyes widen. You lay there motionless.

"Come, it is far too harsh out here for a wounded heart." She easily picked your limp body up, Ayin still laying against your chest, its pulsating warmth weaker than ever.

The Tsaritsa noticed a pattern within her kingdom. The cycle of love repeating endlessly, so everlasting even the Raiden Shogun would be envious.

How cruel this cycle was to her subjects and even the ruler of them all. To allow attachments to grow and fester and wrap thorns and roots in one's heart only to have them brutally torn out. Leaving you with nothing but scars.

Right now you were a bleeding wound, not even the most adept and knowledgeable would be able to know how to help you.

Not even the Tsaritsa, who had seen and experienced this pattern countless times, did not know the solution.

But she knew different outcomes. She merely awaited to see which one you would set down.

The day of Signora's official funeral you were much quieter. The harbingers gathered around her cold casket. You had grieved alone with her corpse some days earlier, pretending her hand was grasping your own and she was hugging you closely to her chest. That you were missing your old family as she comforted you, back when you were younger and more of a crybaby.

That she'd allow you to be weak again, to be a crybaby again and weep for what you missed.

She had never responded to your questions about her and Rostam.

Her cold casket didn't burn bright red like Little Ayin. It was white in the white snow and ice. Columbina sang with a smile, the other harbingers bickering. Your hand rested against her coffin.

The creeps of the Tsaritsa's power made themselves known, frost creeping their way through the building. You comforted the cold metal of the coffin the same way her hand comforted you. Perhaps you could pretend that somewhere, somehow, she could feel it.

Little Ayin fluttered away from you, landing on the fallen pawn on the chessboard.

"We are gathered here today to remember our dear comrade..."

The words from Pulcinella's mouth made you sick. Your teeth grit in anger.

The traveler had defeated The Fair Lady in a duel before the throne. Childe's words were engraved into your very mind, anger burning through your veins. It was customary for her to be executed after their fight by the shogun.

The harbinger's heartless and stupid words made it worse, your gaze flickering between them like a caged animal ready to strike. You tapped your finger against the coffin, willing yourself to believe it was empty.

"It's time to end tonight's foolish theatrics." Pierro stepped out of the shadows, the frost spreading across the floor away from you, "Right now you have no captive audience."

You unclenched your fist and stood straighter as the harbingers gathered around her. Blood dribbled from your palm where you had cut them with your nails.

Little Ayin rested on her coffin, and it burned away. Your last source of her warmth gone. You had to bite your tongue to keep from crying or yelling.

Pierro's every word hung in the air like the ending of an act to a play. And at the end of the act, the entire building was encased in ice. Never to be disturbed again, Signora would rest in absolute peace.

"As was Her Majesty's benevolence."

But it wasn't until after you had returned to the palace, with a demand to meet with Her Majesty, when you realized she was no where near the vacinity.

The Tsaritsa hadn't frozen Signora's burial site. You had.

"Your Majesty." You faced her, head lifted to meet her eyes.

"Yes, your grace?" She responded with a wicked grin.

"I am no longer a child." Your eyes resembled her eleventh harbinger, Hell having greeted you firsthand, "My birth mother and family cruelly torn away from me, and my mother from this world now dead. My childhood is dead and I wish to accept the gnosis."

Your eyes, wide with youth, were steadfast and set in determination and - the Tsaritsa amusedly noticed - rage.

She grinned, fangs peaking from behind her lips, "Then... I am sorry...to also have you shoulder the grievances of the world. Since you could endure my bitter cold, you must have the desire to burn? Then, burn away the old world for me. That is all I ask of you. Surely you can fulfill it."

The box materialized in her hands and you reached to take it.

"I will burn away the old world." You said through gritted teeth, your knuckles turning white from your grip on the gnosis, "I will cleanse this world, and I will kill the traveler."

The Tsaritsa nodded, her smile never faltering, "Then welcome to the Fatui, your grace. I know you shall become a wonderful ruler for the new world, and a vengeful soldier for your lost mother."

The patterns that love followed truly were amusing.

#sagau #genshin self aware #genshin cult au #sagau fatui au #fatui au #signora #child!reader #signora is mother #platonic!signora #arlecchino crumbs #Pierro grandad fr #btw this was my actual reaction to Signora's death/hj #anyways how r yall? i am. normal.#anyways i don't even remember what i wrote and i am not abt to proofread it #bc i thought it was so good while i was writing it and now i am Afraid.#i have no more words i used them all writing this #hope u like it be gay do crime

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starkkawajiri · 4 months

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FATUI MAGIC USERS AU TIME got some doodles done, guess whooo

in loving memory of supreme strange's good writing, i am starting with fatui harbinger strange (totally didnt sketch wanda and mordo before i found out about the catastrophe) ((they're next))

- The Second of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers, Il Dottore / The Doctor

(og dottore for reference)

i love crazyasses!!! alr so clearly not colored but imagine it is, + un-altered outfit (since the one harbinger strange has is a bit different)

super! okay class question nr 1 was the artist attracted to men

alright now to talk about this freak of nature, things i kept from Il Dottore's backstory

(will refer to him as Stephen to differentiate between this AU and the regular Marvel Impact AU where his name is Sufian)

zoinks warning for some crazy shit, mentions of malpractice and totally legal ways of treating patients

☆ this dude wants to create a god and to elevate humans to the level of gods, and the people around him have given him constructive criticism on his ways and research, such as "thats not normal", "please cut it out", and "get that scalpel away from me"

☆ if there are clear lines that cannot be crossed as a researcher and doctor, Stephen does not see them! He has used gods' remains as treatment and he would do it again ((take his medical license away))

☆ harbinger strange is at least 400 years old; he IS human but he created segments or "clones" of himself like any normal person would to surpass the limits of his lifespan (which he later killed for two cool magical rocks, might've as well not made them🙄)

despite everything, he's far more tame and sane than Zandik/OG Dottore in this AU, just a little bit more of a jerk that, instead of starting off with negotiating with Lesser Lord Kusanali, went straight to throwing heretic hands with the traveler

small side note

- Loki takes the place of The Balladeer/Scaramouche, he's a puppet which means -> very bad if there's someone out there that wants to create a god. i dont need to say more, you can imagine how thats going

the more normal people are next, if u have any questions about this weirdo pls hand them over, i love questions

#strange and dottore had a few things in common from the start #like rich boyfriends #i need to start using pose references when i draw im barely surviving #dr strange #marvel #marvel au #fatui au

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anarchyincarnate · 1 year

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The Kings Grand Entrance

Interlude from the horny side— I need a break, okay?

C/W; Torture, Villain/Imposter!AU, Dark content, Bodily harm, character death, Creator being a menace (I based creator off Muzan-ish), Uppermoon 1,3 and lowermoon 5 (because I love them most), No beta we die like Makoto and Nameless bard

A/N; this feels all over the place, but hope you guys enjoyed it , if this doesn't make sense don't blame me, I haven't slept in 15 hours.

"Checkmate." Rui muttered, placing his hands atop his thighs. Pierro hummed, "Well played."

The two were engaging in chess, something that Creator requested to measure Rui's intelligence and strategic planning. The elder obliged and whenever he had time would lay out his chess board and indulge with the boy.

Meanwhile, inside the laboratory, Dottore watched in fascination as Creator distilled a purple liquid into a beaker, one that the second presumed to be Wisteria poison.

"The flower has been extracted to its maximum ability, now its poisonous properties are capable of damaging one from the molecular level twenty minutes after ingesting it." You explained to the Doctor. Wisteria was abundant thanks to your artificial ceiling garden inside of your lab, allowing you to create the strong poison.

Dottore gently poured the poison into a glass container, it having a label of a sugary syrup brand to disprove any suspicion about its content.

"Tartaglia has infiltrated the impostors base, which ironically enough was a very large temple in the outskirts of Liyue that Zhongli had built. Since Zhongli wanted a part in this, I trust that man to persuade the impostor into drinking a special brew of tea. I asked him to create an alibi should they question his disappearance."

You didn't like to work with an Archon but what do you have to lose anyway? Though, if he did end up betraying you again, you'll willingly decay that man until there's nothing left of him.

Rui thanked Pierro for his time, and went out to the training grounds where he saw Capitano training the soldiers with an iron fist. He walked over towards two individuals who stood significantly taller than him.

"Hello, Kokushibo. Akaza." The child greeted, looking up to the two men who nodded at his greeting.

"Master informed you about our plan?" Akaza asked the boy who let out a few threads for him to sit on. "Yes. Those fools will be shown no mercy by Master." Rui responded. Kokushibo closed his six eyes for a moment, leaning against a tree overlooking the exhausted soldiers.

"They're all weak. The three of us will handle it easily, no need for worthless fodder." The burgundy haired man commented with Akaza agreeing.

"Still. At the very least, they'll die thinking they helped." Rui sighed in dissatisfaction.

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A few days later, a festival was thrown in remembrance of Creators birthday. Festivities were thrown, many alcohol bottles opened by the people and it was overall a celebration of indulgence.

The festival opened its doors, and many flock towards them. The Millieth and Knights of Favonius kept the peace relatively easily, getting the people to sit at their seats for the ceremony speech in the middle of an empty land with cliffs and forests.

"Good day everyone, as you all know today is a sacred festival. I wish nothing more than to congratulate our lovely Creator for their contribution to Teyvat as a whole. Let us celebrate with the most enthusiasm!" Venti finished his speech with a ballad as the crowd cheered.

Behind the stage, "Creator" was fixing their hair with the help of Zhongli. The ex-Archon gently brushed the soft locks of theirs while they sipped the man's brewed tea, unknowing of its unfortunate side effects.

Zhongli held their hand as they make their way towards the stage, slightly staggering along. He gave them a closed eyed smile as he gave a nod to Tartaglia who was watching them both. Beside Childe was Capitano, who bit his tongue seeing the people celebrate an impostors "Birthday".

"May those who have wronged you be brought to Justice, my dearest Grace." The ginger mumbled, already hearing thunder roar and crackle beginning to bloom.

"What's going on? Venti. Ei. What's wrong with the weather?" They asked the two perplexed Archons. The clouds blocked the sun from lighting the festival, as harsh winds began to sway everything in its wake. Thunder roared and lightning struck the nearby decorations.

"Get the people to safety! Something is clearly wrong!" Jean ordered the Knights who began to usher the frightened people into shelter.

Something jumps down from the cliffs creating a gigantic crater during its landing. Ei looked at them and began to shiver once she saw the kanji in their eyes. Uppermoon 3.

The Millieth and Knights of Favonius grabbed their weapon, and under the "Creators" order, attacked. Ei summoned her weapon to kill the intruder, but her strike was blocked by a katana.

She jumped back, only to find another had joined the fight. The figure had six eyes, and wearing a traditional samurai outfit.

"So this is the God of Eternity? Very well then. Under my Master's order, I'll kill you." He breathed out before clashing his blade against hers, as Akaza deal with Venti's arrows.

Rui infiltrated the Yashiro commission, who informed him that the commissioner and his family wanted no part in this whole festival. They firmly believed that violence is only needed when push comes to shove, and so, disliked the treatment "Creator" casted upon you.

Ayato was blessed to be granted such power, hence why he wanted no part in this celebration. Sumeru had no part in this as well, the "Creator" not caring enough to visit them.

The Kamisato family questioned whether or not the "Creator" is what they say they are, not feeling a glow coming from their being. There were far in between that could see your radiant glow, Zhongli was one of them, but it seems that that kind of power wasn't given to the others.

"Creator" hid behind Zhongli, who dropped the concerned facade. "No one will come to save you, you know?" He gleefully chuckled, seeing Tartaglia and Capitano make quick work of the other soldiers. The fatui who fought against the Qixing and Adepti had the help of Columbina and Pierro.

Rui's threads had already made work of the other commissions, as the child smiled at his handiwork before accompanying his "father" making their way to Zhongli and the impostor.

"How pitiful. I better get that purple mark on your skin checked." The ex-Archon sadistically stated, entangling their locks into his fingers before pulling them. Zhongli no longer hold back the anger in the pit of his stomach.

"My my, I didn't think Morax would appear before me, I'm impressed." You laughed out, holding a fan to your lips. The man laughed along, watching as the person's eye began to melt.

"I didn't think it would take this long to show it's effects, did you accidentally pour too little?" You turned your attention to the ex-Archon, who merely turned his head in shame.

Rui was beside you, getting his threads ready whenever you needed it. The impostor coughed out blood, with the fluid getting onto Zhongli's suit. Zhongli clicked his tongue.

"I wondered why the others have stuck by you, you cretin. Then I realized, I was special. Unlike them, I can see the truth. How dare you order me to kill my own Creator?" Zhongli spat out venom, draconic eyes bore into the Impostors skull.

Akaza managed to land several strikes on Venti, who couldn't find an opening to shoot his arrow into. The latter screamed as his arm was broken by the pink haired male.

"Seems like that God got her wish, now she's just like her sister, resting eternally." You chided, eyeing the now limp body of Ei who was split in half horizontally, while your subordinate sheated back his katana.

Rui noticed the bard going limp as well, "Father, Akaza is finished with the Anemo archon too." The boy excitedly tugged his father's sleeve. You nodded and turned your attention towards the crawling impostor, who Zhongli graciously broke the lower half of theirs.

"Death can only be brought once life cease. That is the law of nature, but, where's the fun in following deaths design? Rui. I order you to share your blood with them." You stood infront of the impostor, who reached out to you with an angry expression. Rui had no sympathy for their foolish arrogance, and did as you told.

You watched them gasp for breath as his white threads dig into their neck. Zhongli watched in morbid fascination as their body changed. Long white locks replaced their natural hair colour, skin pigmented snow-like, and red markings appear across their skin.

"Now you're connected to Rui. And, you'll truly perish once I allow you too." You smiled at their new appearance, You raised your wooden geta slipper high, before slamming them onto their upper arm, breaking the bone within them.

They let out an ear piercing scream, as those who were still alive turned to look at them. The children had been taken in by Arlechinno and Albedo as per Your order. Kaeya went with Pierro willingly because he wasn't exactly pleased with "Creator".

Khaenriahn's were different, They knew the truth.

Akaza and Kokushibo walked over towards you four, with no one left stable enough to fight back.

"This is for stealing my face." You draw back your leg before slamming it onto their backside, hard enough to pierce through the skin. Zhongli stood near the two Archon killers, dreading the fact that your slipper and sock is ruined by tainted blood.

"Master is pissed," Akaza marveled at your brutal display. The three can feel the rage of your blood inside them, rendering them scared.

"This is for my sweet Amy, Bennet, and Razor." You bent down to their level and used your fan to create cuts upon their body, before injecting a vial of wisteria poison into said wounds. The dosage was small enough to merely cause discomfort and not outright death.

"This is for my heart and shattered hope." You grabbed a few strands of their hair and ripped it off clean. They can only whimper in pain as their body shut down due to your poison inside their veins.

"And last, but certainly not least, This is for My Dignity." You gave them a pitied smile as you used your hand to reach in their throat and tore off their vocal chords, pulling it out in a bloody, bloody mess.

As a safety measure, you cutted off their head with a small dagger you brought with you, which was tedious but you shrugged.

"It's finally over... But, why don't I feel accomplished?" You breathed out, throwing their vocal chords onto the ground. Childe was the first to clap. Kokushibo turned towards him, but noticed what he was doing. He awkwardly raised his hands and clapped as well. Rui excitedly clapped his hands, telling Akaza to do it too.

Zhongli slowly clapped, and the others joined in. Columbina who finished plucking out the cyan feathers out of her hair rushed towards you, stepping over the corpse to hug you congratulations.

Your once dull eyes lit up again, Justice has finally been served.

#sagau villain au #genshin impact cult au #genshin sagau #villain au #fatui au

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untoastted · 7 days

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Okok hear me out what if I just…

*Shoves my harbingers archon au in your face*

Capitano: Dendro archon / god of Justice / sword user / 2nd Dendro archon

Dottore: Cryo archon / god of wisdom / Claymore user / Original cryo archon

Columbina: Anemo archon / god of love / catalyst user / original anemo archon

Arlecchino: pyro archon / god of war / polearm user / 2nd pyro archon but their people think their the Original

Sandrone: Geo archon / god of Eternity / claymore user / 2nd geo archon

Pantalone: Electro archon / god of contracts / catalyst user / 2nd electro archon

Childe: hydro Archon / god of freedom / bow user / original archon but people think 2nd

(All other harbingers remain as harbingers besides signora I have something planned for her)

I’m working on Dottores design rn and have Arles sketched out I’ll post them as soon as they’re done

I switched around some of the things cause I wanted Dottore to be the god of wisdom but also the cryo archon, same with Pantalone and Columbina

I can and will ramble about this silly au especially the ships those are tragic let me tell you

#Genshin impact au #fatui au #dottore brainrot #Dottore #pantalone #Childe #Columbina #Alecchino #Capitano #Sandrone #Haau!

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dattoad · 2 years

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FATUI TWINS MY BELOVED

I love them very much. I have a reference list for them in preparation but I only like these at the moment

#aether #lumine #genshin aether #genshin lumine #aether fanart #lumine fanart #genshin impact #genshin traveler #genshin impact fanart #twins #AU #fatui au

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caladriusss · 1 year

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i've been suffering from fatui raiden shogun brainrot for too long, i have decided you will now share in my suffering

#raiden shogun #scaramouche #fatui #genshin impact #genshin impact art #raiden shogun puppet #genshin impact au #fatui au #raiden ei #genshin

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hikohhmi · 2 years

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The Love He Used to Lost

[ Ghost!Reader x Prime!Dottore ]

Tagging : @teyvattales

Fluff / Tiny Angst / Soft / Crack

You notice that you look a bit paler than usual. You try to look around for clues about what's going on with you.

Besides you, there's a man that is holding....you while crying. You tried to remember something, something important..is this even a reality?

Then, you realised. You're dead. Now you remembered. The person that the man is holding is your dead body. Your body looks very emotionless and is dirty with blood.

Zandic. A friend of yours since you were a child. He's holding your dead body. You're worried about him because he doesn't look sad. His tears were falling, but the smile on his face was sculpted. He have been really sad about your death...but you can't do anything to comfort him. You're dead.

You and him have been friends since you two were 9 years old. Both of you are lonely since you both are labelled as the 'strange' kids. You two have been through school bullies, bad people, lots of troubles from lots of things, and etc. Of course he would be heartbroken. You're one of the few people he trusts.

So, this is it? Guess, you'll be like this forever. You are sad, but your face doesn't tell much because of how confused you are. What should you do now? Where to go and what will happen next?

You're scared.

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Days after your death, you've been stuck with your friend since the last time you saw him alive. You tried everything to go to another place but without Zandic nearby, you'll get dragged by a strong telepathy power. You thought that it's because he's the person that saw you die…… or maybe it's because he couldn't move on about your death?

Your loved friend also started to change his personality. In his new academics that you both promised to study together, he seems calmer than before. He's usually the most happy-go-lucky guy you always hang out with. Did your death have a big impact on him? You felt guilty.

At least he makes some friends in his new school without your help, but he acts differently. You don't mind it that much though, as long as he is happy, you're happy too…. You guess?

You wanted to talk to him, confront him, anything….but you couldn't. You're hopeless.

As time goes by, you start to be comfortable with your new condition. However, whenever your friend, Zandic tries to do something, you'll find yourself somewhere else sometimes. It was… scary. Everything was white and then the colours suddenly went wild. It's like the strong lights of colours have flashed through your eyes. It's very scary, especially when there's no one there to have a companion with.

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After years of suffering, you're still stuck on zandic's side. He has been completely different than before. You were always worried about him, not knowing the real beast of him.

Every Time he meets someone or enters his lab, you always end up teleporting to the scary place you've seen, and what's worse is that it's an everyday thing in your life now. You can't even die in peace.

One day, you decided to try to get his attention. Maybe make some clues that you're here, with him. You look at some of his stuff in his office to find something to be used as distraction.

The softest and the most not so irritating move to make is moving his chair since you can roam around his work place except his laboratory. Usually, it'll be under his table so you put it outside of his office to show a clear sign that someone touched it and put it outside on purpose.

And…. someone ends up getting punishment for it. Not you of course, it's one of his workers. Now you feel irritated.

You decided to make sure you move his stuff in front of him to make him realise that it isn't his worker. And…boo-hoo. He blamed it on his scientist worker saying that they are trying to scare him.

You tried everything you could. Flick his head, push his agents, scares the life out of the scientist that work with him, everything, and does it work? Well, it has a high chance of failing anyway. HE thinks that the people around him are crazier than him now after the rumours said that his place is haunted, wow. Did you really make that huge chaos?

It's time to use the last plan of yours. To communicate with him directly with any pen or pencil on a paper. However, when you were thinking of the most perfect way to do so in his office, Zandic sees something off in front of his table. It was a bit too blurry, so he decided to close and lock the door, slowly get close to the blurry spot and snatch whatever he got to hold.

Suddenly, you appeared in front of his eyes, in his hand and he was grabbing your collar of your clothes.

He was too shocked by what he was seeing, imagine trying to grab something because you thought it was someone with invisibility power but instead, it's your childhood crush that died in your arms a long time ago.

He immediately dropped you after getting back to reality. It couldn't be. That person isn't you, no. You're already dead in front of him. He saw it.

Then, you faded in his eyes. You're still there, but he cannot see you anymore. He saw a blurry spot in front of him.

It really is you, the dead person that he love the most.

ღ .:*・゜♡゜・*:.ღ .:*・゜♡゜・*:.ღ .:*・゜♡゜・*:.ღ

#soft headcanons #genshin fluff #genshin impact #dottore #fatui au #genshin fatui #genshin dottore #dottore angst #Poor fatuis #genshin reader insert #genshin dottore x reader #Genshin dead au

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alkaechi · 1 year

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fatui albedo compilation (pls ignore the art style inconsistency i drew these months apart under various mental states)

i might write out the content/lore to this if anyone is interested, tho i cant guarantee that it would be coherent

#albedo #gensin impact #fatui #fanart #illustration #fatui au

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zeraaachan · 2 years

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watermelon and a nose bleed

masochist! childe x reader

warning (s): slightly nsfw, suggestive contents, toxic relationship, masochistic and sadistic behavior, mention of thighs, body worship, cultish behavior, favoritism towards scaramouche, ginger head

author's note (s): not my best work and favorite. and this is quite filthy. inspired by sagau and don't have that much of a plot but meh~ i'll just write a better one next time

“wear your fucking gloves before laying your hands on me.”

was your greeting to the eleventh of the fatui harbingers as he stride in your room and took proud steps towards you. you watch on your throne as mischief twinkle in his blue eyes. your legs crossed, a good portion of your thigh being revealed by the slit of your dress, as you sit in your huge throne adorned by gold and the most expensive of jewels.

t'was majestic, you and the throne. both shine in grandeur and have a certain hint of something unapproachable. similar to painted portraits of royal monarchs. it would probably looked better if you don't have that bored look in your eyes as childe walk towards you... with watermelon in hand.

a mischievous smile on the fatui's face and a watermelon. quite the amusing combination 'til it dawned on you.

and you can't help but roll your eyes.

“no, i won't break a watermelon with my thighs for you, ajax.” you cut him off before he can even ask.

childe, who's now in front of you, looked at you with wounded puppy eyes. a sight unsuited and far from his image. “even if i begged, your grace?” he said, a subtle whine in his voice. you haven't even agreed to anything yet but he's already on his knees, taking your palm and placing it on his cheek. “you can slap me, kick me, pull my hair. just please, your grace? won't you help this unfortunate soldier and break this watermelon?”

you scoffed after you heard his offer. slap, kick, and pull his hair? “for all i know, you're into it.”

the fatui harbinger didn't denied anything and just leaned more into your palm.

sighing, you pushed his face away using the palm he placed his cheek on. you held out your hand in a gesture to bring the watermelon to you, without giving him a sneer. swearing that this is the last time you'll indulge the ginger. and childe look absolutely delighted. this man looks giddy as if you offered to suck him off instead of just breaking a watermelon.

placing the watermelon between your thighs, you gave the ginger head a cold stare, blue eyes focused on the watermelon between your thighs. you can't help but to snicker.

perverted, masochistic childe. if only they know how filthy the 11th harbinger is—, this is why you favor the sixth.

you merely dropped the watermelon between your thighs and proceeded to squeeze it. looking bored and disgusted.

but oh, don't he look invested. his eyes glued to your lower body and watch as if his life depend on it. he even wiped the blood that almost fell from his nose when he heard that satisfying crack of the fruit breaking between your bare thighs. red juice smeared your skin which was obviously sticky... and your cause of annoyance, aside from childe.

now that he got what he wants, the watermelon splitted in half, he feel kinda jealous. the harbinger have a look in his eyes that says ‘that should be me’.

and you sighed since you can obviously read his train of thoughts.

“ajax... come here.” you gently murmured and motioned him to come nearer with your fingers. like the loyal dog that he is, he didn't hesitated to lean into your outstretched palm—— only to be slapped at the cheek with a magnitude that made his head face to the side. the corner of his lips bleed from the impact.

damn, if that didn't hurt.

and he liked it. childe fucking liked it. he liked the way it hurt. love the way you slapped him. and addicted to the cold gaze you're giving him right now.

ah, masochistic childe. stopping himself from begging for more.

“there was a mosquito on your cheek.” you lied and didn't concealed the fact which merely made him grin.

tartaglia likes when you play like this. when you get sadistic but hold that bored glint in your eyes and when you make him go down on his knees and do his worship of you.

“childe...” you called and tapped the insides of your thighs. he didn't needed any more words or command. he know exactly what to do.

going down on one knee, he picked up your left leg and slung it on his shoulder. with eyes full of mischief that stares directly at you, the fatui harbinger looked at you like a cat who's challenging you to stop him if you can. a look that asks what you're gonna do next if i do this.

as he slide his tongue between your bare thighs, and clean the residue of the watermelon— his eyes never left you.

maybe if he clean you thoroughly he'll feel what that damned watermelon felt.

raising your hand as you hear the gear in his brain turn once again, you squeezed both of his cheeks with one hand and forced him to look at you. ugh, you can clearly hear the masochistic thoughts in his head. in that little brain inside his skull. his eyes didn't even bothered to conceal it. you can bet that right now as you squeeze his cheek with your hand, he's wishing it's your thighs.

filthy. really, really, filthy...

“wipe that blood off your nose.”

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Fatui harbingers as teachers au

Part 2

Arlecchino:

English and German teacher

Probably the only teacher that can keep up with her students

Her and Pantalone HATE each other,and when they're in a both in a room their students are always like "They gonna tear each other in peices"

Loves her students,even tho if they act like little shits,she still want's to help them and teach them everything they need to know, they have a whole life ahead of them and she wan'ts to prepare them for that.

Her and Colombina's students always try to set them up for dates,but what they don't know is that Arlecchino and Colombina are already dating

Halloween bonus: she dressed up as Mary I. (Bloody Mary) and she scared so many kids becouse of how much she put on fake blood on her face (she felt bad so she took the costume off and gave them caramel candies)

Scenerio:

Arlecchino:Why are you drawing instead of doing your work?

Her student: Oh!Im sorry miss!I was just-

Arlecchino:Wait.Is that supposed to be me?

Her student:Uhhh,yea.

Arlecchino:Well,it looks good I must say!But please,pay attention,alright?

Her student:Yes!Ofcourse!

Sandrone:

Physics,Technology and French teacher

Like Colombina,she may look like a sweet and kind teacher but on the inside,she fucking hates her job.

Nobody understands what she's saying when she's teaching French,she just speaks too quickly

Her,Colombina and Arlecchino are one of the most popular trio in the school

Has voodoo dolls of her colleages

Halloween bonus: Her students forced her to dress up as Leonardo Da Vinci,becouse they thought that would fit her the most,and she listened to them and dressed up as him,becouse why not.

Scenerio:

Sandrone:Do I really have to dress up as him?

Random ass student 1#:Yes!Please miss!Its gonna be so funny!

Sandrone: *sigh* Alright.

*next day*

Random ass student 1#: Miss!You really dressed up as Leonardo Da Vinci!

Sandrone:Yes,happy now?

Random ass student 2#: Ofcourse we are!You look great by the way miss!

Sandrone:In this shitty robe?Well thanks,I guess.

Dottore:

How the fuck did he even get hired?

Biology and Science teacher

He teaches the most problematic class in the school,and somehow he got them under control when NOBODY could. (They're 10th graders btw)

He's strict as fuck but his students still like him

Would make his students do the most disgusting experiments,he just loves seeing their face of disgust while they do it.

There's rumors about him and Pantalone dating (and they are /hj)

Once he saw 4 of his students skiping class,so he shot at them with a pistol,with no safety on.

It always seems like he babysits his class.

Once he and his class wen't on a school trip to Thailand for a biology program that the Tsaritsa set up,lets just say its was absolute chaos.

Halloween bonus: He didin't even dress up as anything or anyone,but he did scare his students with fake organs (mf would probably bring real organs if Pierro would let him.)

Scenerio:

(maybe little bit ooc Dottore)

Sphene(one of his student): You're dressed like shit.

Delilah(Also one of his students): Says the one who looks like a fucking hooker.

Dottore: Hello Delilah.

Delilah: FUCK-SHIT YOU SCARED ME SIR!

Dottore: That's just what i wanted to do.

Delilah:You're a jerk you know that!

Dottore:I have been called worse.Say Delilah,have you ever wondered what a human liver looks like?

Delilah:Uhhh no?

Dottore:Well i've came to my right student!Becouse I have it here right now. *shows the fake liver*

Delilah:WHAT THE FUCK EW,THAT LOOKS DISGUSTING!