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Smut Headcanons - Signora & Arlecchino

A/N: The smut version of the spooky Halloween special. If evil, why hot? CW: Unhealthy/toxic relationships, Arlecchino being scary, manipulation, conditioning, hard femdom, humiliation, degradation, collars, pegging, cbt, estim.

For Signora, power is the name of the game. 

She can safely consider herself one of the most powerful politicians of the Fatui, meaning she has thousands of men underneath her in the hierarchy. But controlling one, so very handsome, so privately? It's far, far more exciting than any kind of malicious trick she can pull on her underlings. 

It's obvious who is in power here. La Signora, The Fair Lady, being a pleasure toy for a man? Simply unthinkable.

To keep this dynamic in mind, you'll always be naked during playtime, while she will be clothed (to a reasonable degree of course). Her outfit usually includes her favorite, very expensive fur stole, a delicate and slightly tight lingerie bra to hold up her massive tits, and a pair of panties - all of them the darkest shade of black, of course. It perfectly contrasts with her fair skin, and when one size too small, it makes your male brain melt at the sight of those curves. 

Another piece of clothing she's fond of are her long, black, silk gloves. They are very thin, enough so that you can feel the warmth of her hands, but not the softness of her skin. And they stay on at all times. Did you seriously think she would touch your dirty cock with her bare hands?

And don't you dare cum on her, or any piece of her clothing. You are permitted to spill your filth only on yourself or the floor. If you fail to follow this simple instruction, you will find yourself liking your own seed clean. 

Signora prefers you naked, but she gladly puts a collar around your neck. She tightens it to give you a reminder of who you belong to, and adds a leash for some extra power over you.

Signora enjoys a good dose of bullying, and she has many interesting ways of making you tremble with embarrassment before her. 

The main one is depriving you of pussy. Sure, you get it during 'normal' sex, when either of you are too tired, or just not in the mood to do the standard routine, but it's generally a reward. 

She likes to see you desperate, so expect to be offered a hard aphrodisiac before the session begins. That, in connection with edging or a short chastity term, brings out the most desperate, painfully horny male she so likes to observe. 

Since her slit is a reward, most of the time you'll get a fleshlight instead. She'll watch, mouth agape, blushed with fingers knuckle deep in her cunt as you fuck the rubber pussy, whining and moaning so pathetically. Sometimes, when Signora feels the need to humiliate you even more than usual, she will make you fuck the fleshlight right on top of her pussy. The face you pull, knowing that her warm, wet hole is right there and still being unable to fuck it, is priceless. 

If Signora feels especially nasty, she will give you just a pillow to satisfy yourself. Watching you hump it, whining and cringing at your own desperation, gives her the strongest orgasms.

Although she enjoys some real cock every now and then, The Fair Lady doesn't care that much about having normal sex. She's far more into fulfilling her own kinks, which gives her the sort of pleasure fucking can't compare to. 

Why even ask for that when her paizuri skills are the best in all of Teyvat? If you behave, you'll finally see that tight bra dropped, and your dick buried in those amazing, fat globes. Signiora knows what she's doing - she'll be using lube and breaking up the standard stroking with some creative techniques that absolutely short circuit your brain with pleasure. A reward must be as thorough as a punishment, so Signora will edge you - not right to the edge so it doesn't feel disappointing when she stops - but more than enough to significantly prolong the experience. 

Should you moan and beg nicely enough while fucking the rubber pussy or dry humping, she might even give you a hand in getting yourself off. Signora may be a quiet woman, but she enjoys when her sub is loud. And she will make you moan if you're naturally quiet. 

She has her techniques. The main thing is to enhance the pleasure. Chastity, edging or drugs all do a great job in making you desperate, and thus more sensitive. She will order you to moan then, and after enough such training, your brain will make the right connections, making you moan naturally. She will train you as long as it is necessary.

But what if you don't listen to her orders? You cum when and where she didn't ask you to, or don't moan enough? Well, the punishments are rough and quite difficult to endure.

Signora has an affinity for hurting others, and it shows. Of course, you won't be hurt in an unfun way. You'll give her the limits, and she will make the most out of them.

The simplest way to hurt a man is to target his balls. It's a low hanging fruit, yes, but it gets her soaking wet when you tremble in her hands. She prefers the more refined way to deliver your torment - slapping, squeezing, or especially using her heels to make you cry.

Pegging is a punishment with her. After a rough fingering as prep time, you will be made to get on your hands and knees and take her studded cock. She's quite good at it - her hips work amazingly, having the dummy cock pleasure your prostate with every thrust, making you moan and whine at the relentless stimulation. Too bad, as Signora loves to humiliate you while pegging, especially if you cum. 

"You call yourself a man, cumming from just being fucked in the ass? You really are pathetic~" 

And then she'll fuck you post orgasm, just to hear you whine and beg even more. 

Her Delusion isn't off limits either. Cooling down her finger and dragging it over your exposed, oh so sensitive head brings out the most pitiful, sexiest noises from you.

Extra enjoyment (for her) comes from spanking you. Painting your ass red with a cane or a whip, forcing you to moan, groan and whimper satisfies her sadistic side quite thoroughly, and gives you a painful reminder of the consequences of disobeying her.

Expect your hands to be tied during punishment. She loves to see you struggle against the bonds when she works on you, but would rather not be interrupted while administering the torture. 

Signora will take great care to respect your limits. If she didn't, you would surely deny her all the freedom to do what she wants with you, losing her a very entertaining toy. 

Oh, and because she loves you. That too. 

For an onlooker, being with Arlecchino might look fairly normal, all things considered. Most of the time it's just vanilla sex with, surprisingly, her being the bottom. 

But all of that? Just because she trained you so well.

She admires your masculinity, she really does. Your stoic approach to life makes you a pillar she can rely on, both emotionally and professionally, and your body never fails to set hers ablaze. 

That's precisely why she does all of this. She loves your masculinity, she loves you. The Knave wants you all to herself, she wants you to be at her beck and call, she wants to control this strength, to have it satisfy her urges whenever she wants to. 

Control. This is what she desires. Control not only over your soul, but over your body as well. 

Arlecchino made this clear when you first got to this level of intimacy. And, quite foolishly, you agreed. But, really, how could you have resisted her unnatural, demonic allure?

Ordering you around wasn't enough for her. And so, she trained you to cum on command.

It took a lot of training, true, but for her? It was all worth it. She would pleasure you with a sleeve, and give you a countdown. If you finished at her mark, she would praise you and give you a fulfilling orgasm - certainly those were some of the best ever.

If you came too early, she would ruin your orgasm and lock your dick in chastity for the rest of the day. The pent up lust would be enough of an encouragement to do better next time. 

The punishment for being too late was far worse. Instead of denying you, Arlecchino would force you to cum. And then one more time. And one more. And once more. And again, until you were crying, begging her to stop with tears in your eyes. 

Enough said, after more than a dozen of such 'tough love' training sessions, your cock adjusted to her pace and you were able to cum whenever she told you to. This allows you to experience simultaneous orgasms, which are absolutely breathtaking. So, maybe this journey, filled with denial and post orgasm torture, was worth it…?

Another of her ideas was to control when you get hard. Believing that direct, harsh punishments for not meeting her expectations were more effective than words, Arlecchino connected an electrode to your nut sack and got to experimenting. 

She wanted to see if she can condition you to harden only to her. She used the prettiest courtesans money could buy, and zapped your balls if you did get excited. 

This was not a fun time. 

Even if the experiment didn't succeed, she did manage to teach you to control your arousal more. So much so that you couldn't resist only direct stimulation, but always got hard at her own slightest suggestion. A great achievement, if you ask her. 

Sometimes you fail to do precisely what she wants, or maybe even playfully stand up to her. In such cases, Arlecchino will be sure to administer a swift and severe punishment, always including your balls. It's the simplest way. Your lustful, male mind will get the message if she hurts your precious little jewels.

The torture includes squeezing them, pressing them between her two fingers with metal claws on, standing on them with the nails of her heels or, most terribly, crushing them with a toy. 

Just to keep things interesting, Arlecchino regularly switches up the torture device. Once it is two flat glass panes, sometimes it's a narrow, workshop press, and sometimes it's spiked. 

Although seeing you in pain doesn't bring her satisfaction, the way your whole body acts when she is punishing you is very… arousing. When the crusher is on, Arlecchino likes to sit over you, passionately making out with you. It's a little one-sided, as kissing her is notably difficult when your vulnerable balls are being pressed so tightly they turn white, but it never bothers her. More - it turns her on even more when your lips tremble, your body shivers or your speech becomes a flurry of pleas and cries. 

The mix of fear and arousal is what rings her bells. She tends to randomly bite your dick while giving blowjobs - not hard to actually hurt you, but her teeth are sharp enough to really make you feel it. It doesn't help that her tongue is just as agile as she is eloquent. Arlecchino loves to take your cock in her mouth and look you straight in the eyes, see the mix of fear and arousal, and feel your hot length throb in confusion. 

When you'll be trained to a satisfactory degree, Arlecchino will go back to more vanilla sessions. You might be the top, but make no mistake - she is the one in charge. Just one word from her is enough to make you change holes or positions, and a short countdown never fails to force your body to climax. You also know well not to do certain things - spanking her or being rough when unprompted can lead to a swift and severe punishment. 

The penalties are for your own good, she says. Arlecchino claims that she doesn't enjoy hurting you, and that the torture is as painful to her as it is to you. Still, her moans and the speed at which she fingers herself while you suffer paint a different picture. 

The majority of these sessions are fun to some degree, but sometimes Arlecchino can be very cruel. Can you say no? Well, in theory - yes. But is it a good idea to refuse her? Even if she claims she will be okay with that, you still have the stories in mind. Stories about how even her favorite subordinates could be sacked after one single failure, and vanish without a trace in the following weeks. She claims you're her first lover, but you can't for the life of you find proof for that statement. Nobody wants to utter a word about her previous lovers, even if a large bribe is on the table. The Knave did kill in the past, and with her own hands at that. Who says her previous interests couldn't be the targets of her wrath?

What's worse is that you're enthralled by her, emotionally and physically. This woman, a constant uncertainty of intentions, has you by the balls - both literally and figuratively.

Maybe it's better, then, to focus on the good, grit your teeth, open your legs and let her have her amusement.

🎃Happy Halloween!🎃

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[mi-dori]

Yearning for your affection

Prompt: As the first child of Arlecchino, her biological one, you tend to accompany your father everywhere she goes, even to Fatui meetings. Most of your time is spent in Snezhnaya and because of this, you fell in love with the 8th Harbinger but given your rank, you knew she would never feel the same way.

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of death, reader losing her mind.

A/n: It's been a while since I've written for the Fair lady and I added an oc to make the story more interesting

LA SIGNORA X READER

Fatui meetings were always pleasant in your eyes; mostly because you get to see her. She was the most amazing jewel in your life- or so you always tell your best friend, Midori.

La Signora was known throughout the Nation and all of Teyvat as a cold, mean witch but you couldn't care less. She never showed you a bad face but she hardly ever looked your way. It did break you and motivate you at the same time. You were warned by your father not to fall in love but one cannot stop the heart from loving.

Midori and you were both Fatui trainees under Arlecchino as well as her daughters with you being the biological one and Midori being the one she adopted. With the two of you being the oldest, you were tasked with dangerous missions most of the time. The missions were always successful, thanks to your strength and skills and Arlecchino couldn't have been more proud. As time went by, both of you were being noticed by the Harbingers and soon, even the Tsaritsa acknowledged your strength.

"Lady Signora is beautiful."

"You've told me that for the millionth time today," Midori rubbed her temples in frustration, which made you snicker a bit. Of course you do this just to irritate her.

"I know but her beauty deserves to be acknowledged by everyone. Even father can agree to it."

"Father only agrees so you would shut up." Playful banters like these always made your day after an interaction with Signora. Every day you would compliment her and even gift her flowers to which she'd give you a slight smile- one barely noticeable but atleast you got a reaction out of her.

"Y/n, you know Lady Signora's story right? I think you should give up," a frown etched it's way onto Midori's face.

"Give up? Me? I am the child of The Knave, I will not give up, even to my last breath. I love her so much. If I were in a room filled with art work, I'd stare at Lady Signora every day."

"Gross." You flipped Midori off as she laughed but the laughter was cut short when a maiden informed you that you both were being summoned in the Tsaritsa's room.

Immediately, a sudden chill went down your spine and the two of you quickly made your way to the room where Lady Signora was seated. All the air was taken out of your lungs as you stared at the captivating beauty that she is. Midori nudged you and you bowed to them both.

"Rise. Have a seat." A firm but gentle order. You took a seat next to Lady Signora who glanced at you then turned away. "Midori, Y/n, I have summoned you both here today because of a high class mission. The Balladeer has failed to retrieve the electro gnosis and I am sending one of you along with Signora to complete the task. Which one of you will do it?"

A million thoughts rushed through your head. 'Can I do this?' 'Lady Signora will be there. I'll definitely fail.'

As if reading your thoughts, Midori raised her hand. "I will do it, your majesty. Rest assured, I will bring back the gnosis as well as ensure the safety of Lady Signora."

The Tsaritsa hummed in satisfaction. "Well then, please leave as soon as you can." With a bow from the three of you, you existed the room.

"Midori, I do hope you won't slow me down. Otherwise I'll leave you and do it alone. Come meet me by the gates when you're ready." As Signora left, you stared at the way her hips moved from side to side, imagining the way it'd look in your ha-

"Is that the woman you'd kill for?"

"Yes. And you better do too. Please protect her." You looked at her seriously and she smiled sincerely.

"If that's the woman you'd kill for, then I'll kill for her too. Don't worry, your lady and the gnosis will return." With that, Midori hugged you and for a moment you didn't want to let go as an uneasy feeling settled within your stomach. Midori left to meet Signora and you watched as the two disappeared into the vast snow.

A couple of days has passed since you last heard from them. You were uneasy, restless, a feeling that something happened bubbled up in your mind. Even your Father had began to notice how distraught you were.

A knock had come from your door and you opened it, coming face to face with Arlecchino. "Father," you greeted with a bow.

"Come. The Tsaritsa summoned us both to her room. Signora is back."

A smile beamed upon your face and you excitedly hopped to the Tsaritsa's office. Upon opening the door, a gloomy atmosphere was present and the Tsaritsa held the electro Gnosis in her hand. "Your Majesty, Lady Signora, I see the mission has been completed. Congratulations and welcome back." Your cheerful bubbly voice resounded through the room.

Signora turned her face away, not wanting to see your reaction to the news that was yet to be delivered. "Sit you two." You and Arlecchino sat down.

"The task that was given has been completed. The gnosis has been retrieved and the Balladeer is nowhere to be seen. Overall the mission was successful however... we lost something while gaining our objective."

Confusion etched upon your face but Arlecchino's face said it all. "Where is Midori?"

Silence. It was dead silent. No one dared to said a word until the Tsaritsa broke it. "She is no more. I'm sorry Arlecchino."

Your smile immediately dropped. It took a few seconds to process what was heard. Your eyes widened as your breathing started to get un-even. "She's dead? She's... dead..."

Your breathing got louder and you gripped your head, sliding down the couch, hot tears running down your face. Memories of Midori flashed through your mind before it was all shattered and all you could see was red. You wanted to cry, but it wasn't coming out, all that came out was shortened screams, not even a complete scream could have been formed. "How did she die? How... how..."

"Y/n." Arlecchino's comforting hand pressed against your back but you slapped it away. In a few seconds you were out the door, not saying a word to anyone and you found yourself in your room once again.

All the tears spilled and the screams finally came. Lifting tables and throwing it across the room, you screamed and cried, as if it would bring your sister back. Signora looked for you and she heard all the commotion, she knew how badly you were hurt but she couldn't bring herself to open the door knowing she's at fault for Midori's death.

Slowly by slowly you felt your sanity slip away and when you were done, your room was thrashed and your hands were bleeding from all the broken glass. Arlecchino came in your room and hugged you. It was the first time you saw your father show you affection. "She's gone... there's nothing we can do to bring her back... the only thing that's left are the memories and her possessions. Cherish them well." No words could've formed in your mouth, just broken sobs and pained gasps.

A tear slipped past Signora's eyes as she peeked from behind the door. Never in all the years she's known you, has she seen you so broken and defeated and it pained her as well. Midori and her had deep conversations and they were all about you and because of that, Signora now realised how much you yearned for her affection but how could she give it now? When all that's left is a broken person; however, learning from her past, she won't let you slip away into the madness and she sure as heck isn't letting you go.

A heavy snow storm passed as everyone Fatui stood by the closed coffin. As it was being lowered and covered up, you stared mindlessly into the sky. You were quiet. Not even the sound of your breathing could be heard. Despite the unusual cold, you were only dressed in a black suit, no coat or anything to keep you warm. Compared to everyone, you were almost naked.

Slowly by slowly as everyone paid their respects and left, you were the last to stay. "You left me. I'm alone now. I should've been the one to go. I'm sorry... what will I tell the little ones? Who will be there with me to irriate father? I'm happy you found eternal peace, Midori."

Suddenly, a coat was wrapped around your body and you were pressed up against a warm body. "I'm here for you now. You're not alone." Signora had her hand wrapped around you and her head leaned on your shoulder. The coat engulfed the two of you perfectly. Midori must be punching the air right now. She was the one who managed to convince Signora to give you a chance but not like this.

A warm kiss was pressed against your cheek. Her lips lingered there for a moment before she left the coat to get closer to the grave. She wore a black long dress, with a slit coming up her thigh. She looked stunning but you were too broken to even think about that.

However, you had someone who was willing to put you back together and this was just the beginning of your love story with the fair lady.

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[amphibiahawks321]

[Kiss Signora's cheek]

Signora : ....

Signora : Dear what did I say about keeping it professional?

M!Reader : that it doesn't count if you look extra pretty and kissable?

Signora : .....Chuckles

Signora : I seriously can't get mad at you can i?

M!Reader : Nope!

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[haileyywrites]

Summary: La Signora's frozen heart may yet be melted by love she did not expect...

Pairings: La Signora/Rosalyne x Child!reader - platonic!

Notes/warnings: Completely gender neutral! Poc friendly! Likely ooc characters! Signora dies, but isn't dead lol Purely fictional and thus might not be or meant to be lore accurate! Possible grammar errors!

La Signora was a cold woman with an even colder heart, but at the same time she burned brighter and hotter than any flame or fire. The deep loss she had gone through had thoroughly frozen her heart with ice colder than Snezhnaya and no matter what it needed to remain that way. She needed to remain cold and cruel to avoid attachments, love and anything else just as stupid. Even a single crack could destroy the barriers that she haf placed to surround her heart.

She didn't believe anything could do so, not until she met you... Like her, you were a victim of incredible sorrow and pain. Everything you knew and loved had been destroyed, leaving you as the only survivor covered in the blood of those you loved. As she looked down at your quivering form she could feel something she wanted to lable as pity, but truthfully it was more akin to sympathy. It was a disgusting feeling, but she of all could understand the loss you felt.

"What are you called child?" She questioned.

You stared up at the tall blonde woman, your vision was blurred by the tears gathered in your eyes. You managed to somehow mutter out the words to tell her your name, though you couldn't understand why she had asked in the first place... You couldn't think or function properly, not after all you had just gone through.

"I am called Signora, but you may call me Rosalyne. I will give you a second chance in life, on the condition you swear loyalty to me and her Majesty the Tsaritsa. What say you?" She looked at you with expectation.

You stayed silent for a moment as you thought about your options, there weren't many in the first place... You never once averted your eyes from her intimidating gaze which impressed both you and her. With the tiny bit of confidence you had you managed to answer her.

"I swear!" You meekly shouted.

The woman hummed in acknowledgement before snapping her fingers loudly, a fatui agent approached you with a cloth to cover your shivering body. You immediately cluthed it closer and wrapped it around yourself tighter. The woman carefully approached you and helpped you stand on your quivering feet. Her gloved hand pressed against your back gently guiding you away to your new life...

It wasn't easy in the beginning. Rosalyne wasn't exactly familiar with taking care of a child or emotionally prepared to do so, you had only just began to crack the ice that buried her feelings. After what you had gone through you desperately craved yet feared affection and you weren't ready to receive it from a complete stranger. But little by little you both took steps to grow closer and form trust between each other.

Though she was still the cold-hearted Harbinger La Signora, she would be more gentle and loving towards you. In private she preferred you call her by her real name, but asked you not to do so in front of others - she wanted it to be a thing between you two! Even if others knew her by that name they wouldn't dare act all friendly and call her that in front of her face.

Though the Fair Lady was someone to be feared and respected, a part of her heart had still persisted through all she had been through. Only you could ever melt and slowly mend her eons ago broken heart... She spoiled you rotten, yet you always remained humble and kind.

"Could I get a pony?" You innocently asked while kicking your feet back and forth.

"Whatever you would like." Her long fingers threaded through your hair affectionately.

She didn't see a point in not giving you everything you desired as long as it was within her capabilities, which everything you could possibly want was. In her eyes you deserved the world, you deserved a better world than this. As long as this world and she existed you would get everything you wanted until she could finally give you the greatest gift of a new world. Her love for you only strengthened her faith and loyalty to the Tsaritsa and her noble cause.

Even more so she so rarely got to see you due to her work and traveling all over Teyvat. Both of you hated the time you were apart, but it only made the time you did spent together all the more special. Her molten butterflies surrounded you to shield you from the unforgivable coldness of Snezhnaya during her absence. At least one would stay by your side at all times, just in case and also to help with your loneliness.

Every time you parted ways you eagerly awaited her return. She would come home to you with souvenirs and stories of where she teaveled that time. You refused to let go of her until you fell asleep and your grip loosened enough for her to separate from you. She didn't go far however, on those nights she would lay beside you just basking in your comforting presence until she too fell asleep.

But just like before your happiness was ripped away from you... Your world returned to being dark and cold as the molten butterfly lost its fire and fell into the pure white snow beside you. Carefully you scooped up the poor thing in your cold palms, not knowing what to do as it slowly disintegrated into ash and was blown away by the icy wind. Something was wrong and you knew it, you just couldn't fully comprehend at that moment what it was. But your heart mourned already, making tears run down your cheeks and fall into the snow below you.

It wasn't much longer until it was announced that La Signora - the 8th of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers, had in fact been defeated in battle. There wasn't even a body left to bring back to Snezhnaya for a proper burial. You were left either inconsolable or emotionally paralyzed with your mood alternating between the two and changing even without a trigger. This time no one would come to save you from your grief like she did...

The Harbingers were at a loss with you, some were even slightly frightened by your constant mood changes and episodes. Even the ones who had experience with children didn't know how to comfort you. You were alone and cold, hoping this was a terrible nightmare that you would soon wake from and be greeted by Signora who would cradle you in her arms until you fell back to sleep with her beside you.

But that hope was quickly destroyed by the sight of her icy coffin. Everything suddenly became all too real as you threw yourself against the rock hard surface and layed your cheek against the cold surface as tears rolled down from your eyes uncontrollably. None of the present Harbinger's uttered a word as they watched and or listened to your wails of agony and loss.

That changed however, due to Pierro's presence the Harbingers asked or ordered you to move away so that this meeting could be brought to an end. Stubbornly you refused to part from the coffin of the person who you had come to think of as a mother, your tiny hands clutching to it tightly as your tears continued to fall against your cold cheeks. You incoherently sobbed to not take you away as the Harbinger placed their hands on your violently shaking figure.

"Let the child mourn for a while longer, their tears are shed instead of ours." Pierro ordered with his deep and commanding voice.

The Harbinger removed their arms without protest and stepped back in respect. Peirro said what needed to be said in honor of his fallen comrade without minding your heartbreaking sobs. He didn't think anyone beside himself would mourn her for even a moment if she were to pass, he was glad he was mistaken - even if it meant you would be left behind to miss her.

Long ago, Rosalyne had come to him and asked him to take you under his wing should anything happen to her. Had anyone else asked this of him he would have refused it immediately, but for her he would make an exception. She always spoke highly of you and in an affectionate way like a mother, never had he seen her speak of someone in that way so he agreed. He never expected that day to come that he would have to keep his promise, at least not quite this soon when you were still so young...

Suddenly you raised your head up from the icy surface that was Signora's final resting place. Your glossy eyes stared upwards with wonder making each and every present Harbinger follow the direction of your gaze. The soft sound of wings flapping and faint red glow was all some needed to hear to guess what it was that you were looking at before their eyes landed on it.

A single hellfire butterfly landed upon your tiny outstretched finger, it's presence telling you all you needed to know. You were not alone and she was not gone, it was only a matter of time and patience until you would be reunited. Not even death can drown her flames, the ashes and embers will smoulder ever brighter...

A/N: This is a bit different from what I usually write, at least I think so but it was fun! Not completely proofread - also this has been in my drafts since the beginning of March lmao Anyways likes, reblogs and or feedback are greatly appreciated <3

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[rice-enjoyer]

Shed your kindness and composure ; like overworn snake's skin.

a/n: i post super inconsistently, apologies! harbinger time! smashing pots and pans harbinger time! of the sagau first impressions after realizing you are a morally grey god and not that sweet and kind one they tell tales and sing songs about. Mond version! Inazuma version! dottore and childe get like 2x more content than everyone else because they have blorbo rights cw: gn reader, sagau, so every juicy tag that usually comes with it! cult-ish, obsessive behavior, power dynamics, mention of blood. tartaglia is very battlesexual and 100% wouldn't mind dying by your hand. other than that, fluff! SIGNORA IS ALIVE ; I AM IN DENIAL! alrecchino gets shy, not clickbait, not proofread, as usual! sumeru archon quest(chapter III act II), spoilers in Sandrone's part!

There is always that special someone who knows just a bit more about you, excluding the gods. Between the harbingers? Il Dottore. You entrusted him with fixing you after your accidental arrival in Teyvat. Your godly powers couldn't heal, so after realizing you can teleport to places at will, he was the first person you went to, right after the gods. You deemed that your gruesome death would interest him the most, and as always, you stand corrected. Whatever sense of loyalty he had for the Tsaritsa (or anyone)has now been given over to you. All of it. So now, you have a very powerful, albeit sometimes a little possessive, devoted follower - him. A few vials he filled with your radiant golden blood while you were a bit light-headed, is a secret he will take to the grave, however, he does not plan on dying any time soon.

Since you can easily manage (manipulate) and keep some rowdier types calm, Pierro thanks you profusely for babysitting his immature colleagues. Which can happen very often. You reminisce about the past, usually accompanied by a hot tea. If either of you needs to get work done, and you happen to be within Snezhnaya, you always settle in his office and chat while having your dominant hand get cramps from all the signatures you both have to sign.

Another faithful little follower of yours is Sandrone, in a similar way to Dottore. She is just fascinated by all aspects of you. Asked you many, MANY times if you could inhabit the body of one of her Katheryne's. Or any other creation she has made. Or even herself? You protest, but accidentally say that possession is possible, it would be a somewhat painful and violating process for the receiver. Oh no, she is even more interested now! You have gotten yourself into quite a situation, how will you resolve it? In the name of science, will you do as she begs you to?

He tries to get access to all of those documents regarding archons, even Celestia, Pulcinella is just so very bothered that there is information he simply can't get his hands on. So he tries a tactic as old as time, a potential exchange of valuable knowledge of Teyvat that he has accumulated, hoping that maybe, someday you will share what the other nation's archons are planning.

When Scaramouche is not his usual bratty and bickering self, that means he must be accompanying you somewhere. Trying to be on his best behavior to not piss you off, you find it rather adorable. He, on the other hand, is a little cautious of you. You do remind him of someone rather unpleasant in his life. A proper and mostly ruthless ruler. You are not above acting on revenge. He has seen what that looks like. Once, an ordinary person was trying to impersonate you for some quick and easy mora. He saw sparks of fire dancing in your eyes. They still have burn marks.

You do find yourself in the presence of Pantalone rather often. Maybe because you picked up on some similarities between the two of you. He has those sky-high walls of protection, fake performances, compliments, and smiles. But it all crumbles into dust when he's alone with you. Freely speaking his mind, you realize how desperately alone all of the poor harbingers are. They sacrifice everything willingly for the Tsaritsa, but you still pity them a little. Plus, you find comfort in talking with most of them, it's a win-win type of situation.

La Signora, she is a force to be reckoned with, but so are you. She takes great satisfaction when you two walk somewhere and see the fear in the people's eyes. You do remind her that you have an image, a rather fake one to upkeep. And so, you banter with the Crimson Witch as if you were old friends, kind of feels like you already are. She has shown to be a reliable friend, and she's very easy to talk to, what's not to like? She had to do what she had to do, you reassure her that you would've burned the land of freedom into the ground if you heard your lover die on the battlefield.

If you happen to be in Natlan, Il Capitano will gladly take the time to teach you some self-defense or basic fighting skills. You do prefer to walk around the world, rather than use teleportation waypoints. There is always an agent accompanying you throughout Teyvat, Capitano was the first one to think of that. There is no ulterior motive behind practicing the art of battle, he just wants to make sure that even though you are a god, you would be harmed as little as possible. Unlike a certain ginger-haired harbinger.

Speaking of, Tartaglia takes pride in standing next to you, being your human shield, if the situation were to call for a fight. He loves the attention around you. And specifically your attention. You sparred with him exactly once, for good reason. You beat him, he was too... focused on his red blood on you, you pointing your spear at his throat while he's on the ground, the both of you being sweaty and very muddy. "Here I naively thought fighting you would be a challenge. Get up." - you let your weapon down gently onto the ground, giving him a hand. Your honest kindness in that situation has him smitten with you. He thought you would be merciful enough to kill him, right then and there - he really is like a puppy, trying to impress you with his latest tricks.

Oh, once you meet with Columbina, she is not letting you go until it is absolutely necessary, like having to travel into another nation for more debates and giving out directives to the archons to not cause another war. But sometimes even that doesn't stop her, sitting on your lap during one of those said meetings, the archons horrified, some intrigued, but all jealous. What they would do in that position. But you do pick favorites, you made that very clear. A very human trait of yours. To be fair, you are human, mostly.

You feel awkward around Arlecchino's orphanage at first, you never were good with children, remembering your own childhood. She would never worship any measly deity. But that soon changed when you spent an afternoon with her, chatting well into the evening. Whenever she has the time, she loves to show you around Snezhnaya. Walking next to each other, your hands collide. She starts stuttering and apologizing, while you laugh, she's really quite a character. She goes on about how anyone would get embarrassed if they made eye contact with you, let alone their hands would accidentally touch yours. You try your best to not tease her about it, but it has proven to be too difficult of a task.

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[adiluv]

♡ ､､ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 !

꒰summary—wc꒱ poor, poor rosalyne. 1173 words.

꒰warnings꒱ major character death, angst w/ unhappy ending, reader is a fatui soldier, barely edited.

꒰adi moment꒱ still can't believe they robbed us of playable signora when she's literally my wife and we're literally happily married and just celebrated our anniversary together smhhh ꒰struggling to cope꒱! would like to be delulu and hope she gets revived somehow, cuz she fr deserves it. anyway, hope you enjoy! ໒꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀི১

Celestia does not pity the sinners.

When you'd first found yourself involved with the Fatui, your failure to pay back your father's loans indebting you to the organization, you'd already known that you'd be destined for a bad ending. When you'd first found yourself being placed beneath the authority of the Eight Harbinger, you were surprised that Celestia did not strike you down right then and there. Namely, because unlike the other wide-eyed recruits that stood at the entryway of her manor, your cheeks were not tinted pink by the sub-zero temperatures. 

She was an interesting person, laced in webs of contradiction and mystery. She boasted a haughty personality, a sharp tongue that could slice through the egos of even her most self-conceited underlings. She dressed herself in luxurious shades of red, hair elegantly styled and makeup perfectly applied. But there was something strange that lurked beneath the surface of icy-blue eyes, like a flame, one that was too stubborn to be snuffed out—brazen, and burning beneath layers of snow and frost. Her face was fair, long hair draped over half of it, but in moments where she turned too fast, or the wind picked up, you could see charred flesh beneath it—a reminder, it seemed, to something she wished to forget.

Her home was warm, the furniture all imported from Mondstadt, a land of freedom that many deserters fantasized about escaping to. A fire burned within the servant's quarters, your colleagues and you huddling by it whenever the night fell and you'd been released from your duties. And yet, despite the feelings of positivity that her choices in furnishings tried to radiate, she seemed to be a bitter woman—locked in invisible shackles and tugged along like a doll. 

Oh, and you knew she was aware of your blind devotion, aware of the way that your back straightened up whenever you heard her heels clicking against wood paneling, aware of the sparks of awe that danced around in still-bright eyes.

What you didn't know, however, was the fact that she'd reward it.

The feeling of her arms languidly wrapping themselves around your waist, tugging you close and trapping you on her lap as she'd complete paperwork. The feeling of long nails gracefully sifting through your hair, tugging out any tangles she'd find along the way because, of course, she was not one to be deterred—and it was impossible to be annoyed by this trait when she'd coo so gently in response to your whimpers. The feeling of your lips on hers, flesh soft but oh so cold, with a near intolerable heat that thrummed beneath it. 

All these feelings, and the ways that she'd allow you to spoil yourself in her love. But how, so quickly, she'd push you from her embrace the second a knocking came at her door, leaving you to compose yourself within a second as she beckoned for her visitors to enter. How they'd leave, and in the next second you'd already be draping yourself against her, bodies intertwining in a hardly useful attempt to combat the room's constant chill. ꒰At the very least, it was more effective for her than you.꒱

How the pathway to her personal chambers would become so familiar, with her commanding you to come and meet her after all of the other soldiers you shared your quarters with drifted off to sleep. And, oh, how you'd listen, awoken before the crack of dawn by the feeling of her lips and a soft hum in order to scurry back before anybody could note your disappearance.

When did all of those feelings become familiar to you?

And, when did those feelings become strange once again?

"The Eighth is dead?!" You hear, once again, a shrill shriek that grates on your eardrums as it reverberates through the common room. Another Fatuus has just been informed of her fate, it seems, a newer recruit from the House of Hearth that you hadn't had the chance to properly introduce yourself to. Not that it even mattered anymore. 

You sigh, for what seems like the hundredth time within the hour, a futile attempt at keeping the tears brimming in your eyes from spilling over, from keeping the wail bubbling inside of your throat from escaping.

La Signora is dead. 

Your lover, dead.

Dead, in a foreign land, practically on the other side of Teyvat, on a mission she'd insisted she'd return alive from.

Dead, on a mission that—when you'd initially questioned her about it—caused a prideful sneer to emerge on her face, familiar fingers gently pinching your lips shut as she teased you for your concern.

Dead, on a mission that she'd outright refused to let you accompany her on, half-jokingly stating that she didn't wish for the other Harbingers stationed there to catch a glimpse at you—stating that they might just fall in love at first glance, and she didn't want to share.

Looking back, you should've protested her decision more, insisted more instead of looking away to hide the red hue dusting your cheeks. You should've begged, even, instead of allowing her to steal a kiss from you, lips lingering with an unspoken promise of return that could now never be fulfilled. You should've followed, even if it would've made her upset, instead of allowing her to depart from the estate and board the one-way ship at the harbor, leaving you behind for good. 

Anything, anything. You should've—would've done anything, if it had the chance of making her stay.

Unlike her fellow Harbingers, you would not be granted the honors of peering into her casket, witnessing her remains before her manor—and her, by extension—are sealed away forever—a memory hidden away in the snow. ꒰You cannot decide if that makes you relieved or upset, because thinking about it for too long instead makes you wish to vomit.꒱ 

Instead, you are made to pack your belongings, flowers native to Mondstadt that she'd gifted you pressed beneath your pillow—not that you even slept on it all that often to begin with. You hold them as though they're made of glass, hands trembling and vision blurring as you attempt to keep even a single one of your teardrops from sullying them.

"What a shame, it is, that she was so far out of the Archons' favor." Comes a hushed murmur from another soldier, a recruit who'd been enlisted around the same time as you, devout to the point where you'd questioned their motivations for joining the ranks of such a morally ambiguous force.

A bitter laugh escapes your mouth at that, shoulders tensing as it devolves into nothing more than a strained sob. And while a part of you aches to destroy them, to rip them apart in some cruel way of reminding yourself that whatever you had with that woman is gone—you don't—simply shoving them back into their hiding space, hoping that they're also preserved within the icy wasteland that will soon take over your old home.

Poor, poor Rosalyne. 

Celestia does not pity the sinners. 

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[zeraaachan]

DO YOU LIKE THIS POSITION? — FATUI

warning(s): nsfw themes, minors do not interact

character(s): la signora, childe, scaramouche

la signora's lap is always a source of comfort. especially when she lets you sit on it and lay the back of your tired head on her bosom. she never forget to caress your head with her slender hand, murmuring sweet nothings and more often than not sweet promises of her plans for vengeance to those who threatened your well-being. she's indulgent and spoils you, always giving you kisses on the top of your head and presenting you a fond smile whenever you look up to her with droopy eyes. now, now, don't stand up yet. aren't you comfortable with your seat on her lap? don't you like this position? she'll easily lift you up and make you more comfortable on your throne: her lap. or is it because of that annoying vermin whose head is on your thighs?

you seated on la signora's and a love drunk childe's head rested on your thighs. the annoying vermin, as she calls him. everytime your attention is not on the beautiful la signora and whenever you happen to look on your thighs, you'll be met with drunk, even crazed, azure eyes. dear childe, whose already on heaven by just having his head pillowed by your thighs. childe your dear lap warmer, who claimed dibs on your thighs and made it his personal job to lay his head on it. even a naughty childe, who'll drop some blood from his nose unintentionally to your thighs due to sheer pleasure. but can you blame him? he likes this position. do you like yours too? do you like how he is situated beside your leg, head placed on your thigh? or do you want his head between those thighs?

but you can't really ponder that question now, can you? especially when you are distracted by the ticklish feeling on the bridge of your feet. scaramouche, the balladeer, always make sure that his presence is known. la signora already have a claim as your personal seat and the ginger head as the blanket to warm your lap. what is left to him was nothing but to worship your feet. but even for that he is grateful. he'll gladly betray the fatui and lay down the world on your feet, surely you'll grant him some kisses if he did that. don't mind him if he gently lift your foot with his dainty hand and place a soft peck on the bridge of your feet with his lips. surely, you like this position the best? how he is positioned on your very feet— for you to look down on or even step on.

do you like this these positions?

author's note(s): accidentally made scaramouche sound like someone who have foot fetish. i promise that was not my intention.

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[rosalyneslover]

A LITTLE SPOT OF WARMTH IN DRAGONSPINE

chr: la signora

desc: going to dragonspine isn't the same as before.

content: gn!reader, angst

wc: 537

a/n: happy new year everybody! i offer angst.

You have never been to Dragonspine alone. It was always with Rosalyne. Your former lover. She’d always accompany you when you had plans to venture into the mountains. You don't know why she does it. You never knew why. Maybe she wanted to see the scenery. Maybe she just wanted your company.

Here you are, your back against the fluffy snow where you and Rosalyne always went to clear your head. A special spot where the cold wasn't as cold as the rest of the mountain, probably because it provided a clear view of the sun rising and setting. You two sometimes stay there to watch the sun disappear beneath the hills and cliffs of the city. Rosalyne always looked beautiful under the rays of the sun.

But it was different today. The sun runs its usual circuit before it begins to set once again. You shiver. But where's the warmth? Was it always cold here?

Was it just Rosalyne keeping you warm all this time?

Your eyes flutter open when you feel the presence of something familiar. Your eyes meet flaming red wings of a moth and you smile softly. You reach out a hand to touch it but you don't recoil this time, you don't take caution when the tiny flames lick at your fingertips.

You don't feel the burn that once was there.

"Hi," You greet with a sad laugh but you know the little thing wouldn't respond. They never do, but they make good company when you're in the barren parts of Snezhnaya.

"How are you?" Again, no reply. You don't expect one. You never did, after what happened. The flaming moth flutters gently in front of your face but not too close. It moves cautiously, as if scared to burn your delicate skin. Rosalyne once feared that she'd hurt you one day with her own hands. You guess her pets also took great caution with you.

"You know… Snezhnaya feels colder without you," You whisper as you cup the small critter in your cold hands to warm them up since she wasn't here to warm them up herself.

You sigh and glance away from the moth.

"I haven't gone back since the day you…" You don't dare finish the sentence. You shake your head, pushing away the memory to the back of your mind, "I don't miss Snezhnaya. I wouldn't ever miss it again," You sound resigned. You shiver when a cold breeze brushes against you. The thick coat around you tried its hardest to stay attached around your freezing shoulders. You place your right hand over the Fatui crest directly atop your aching heart. Once again, you close your eyes.

"As long as you're not with me, Rosalyne… Snezhnaya isn't my home. It won't feel like home again," At that, the flaming red moth disperses in the wind, leaving only embers that float through the air before disappearing. You feel colder, you suddenly remember how alone you truly are. Your other hand drops by your side and you go back to dozing off.

In the harshest cold of Dragonspine, you dream of the warmth of your former lover who got lost to eternity.

You never hated the cold so much before.

— 01/01/2024

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact la signora #dear... #la signora #la signora x reader #🦋🌷~

[sockendrache]

Guys. What if the Tsaritsa was like “The Harbingers need to be a team at all costs, so I order all of you to some team-building excercises” and forces her Harbinger-children to choose some activities they want (”want”) to do together

....and after much arguing and attempts from Childe to talk them into weekly sparring-matches, they decide on playing DnD together. With the Tsaritsa herself being the DM

(pls dnd-side of tumblr, be nice to me- all of my dnd-knowledge comes from watching dnd youtube and listening to my dnd-playing friends-)

The first few sessions are an absolute nightmare cause all of the Harbingers are still in the mindset of “This is stupid, how does playing this.... childish board-game help us steal the gnoses and overthrow celestia?!” ....but after two months or so, the Tsaritsa is very pleased to see no one cancelling their weekly sessions anymore and showing up with all their character sheets and their own dice

Not because they’re having fun, of course! That would be immature.... no, they’re only doing this for her Majesty and her noble cause....! Uh, anyways....

Just.... imagine. A table full of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers, her Majesty the Cryo-Archon herself, surrounded by character-sheets, minis, dice and junkfood. And the DnD-sessions get INTENSE-

You’ve got:

-Childe, playing a Barbarian/Fighter multiclass (even though they don’t mix well- boy saw two battle-focused classes and wasn’t interested in anything else). Being the theatre-loving dork he is, he’s VERY into the whole roleplaying-aspect. He says “But it’s what my character would do” around 50 times every single session, maybe he even starts showing up in cosplay just to REALLY get into the mindset of a barbarian fighter. ....maybe his background is that of a humble fisherman who’s searching for his lost family, being the family-man he is

-Scaramouche with a Rogue, cause he was vERY drawn to the whole stealth and trickery-thing.... the Tsaritsa was overjoyed, seeing her Sixth choose a class that he felt a connection to and was looking forward to how he’d use stealth and his own intelligence to overcome obstacles... only problem, it’s Scaramouche. So he didn’t put any points into stealth, instead only intimidation and charisma. Y’all know that iconic “YOU DO NOT SEE GROG!!”-tumblr post? Yeah, that’s Scaramouche. Every time he’s asked to do a stealth-check, he just yells out “YOU DO NOT SEE SCARAMOUCHE” or some shit like that.

Tsaritsa: The guards have caught up to you, leaving you with no option to slip away. What do you do?

Scara: I turn into a tree.

Tsaritsa: .....what? You don’t know any shapeshifting.

Scara: Well, can I convince them that I’m just a humble tree?

Tsaritsa, pinching the bridge of her nose: Roll for it

Scara, rolling a Nat20:

Tsaritsa, deep sigh: The guards throw a glimpse in your direction, mumbling amongst themselves how much brighter the room looks with the addition of the new tree.

-Dottore, playing a Cleric, aka the party-healer. Every Harbinger wasn’t impressed at the thought of the batshit insane doctor being their healer. And boy.... Dottore did NOT disappoint: His character doesn’t know a single healing spell or anything of that sort. Instead, they’re a dropout that only knows necromancy. Meaning if anyone in the party gets hurt, no matter how tiny of a injury it is, Dottore’s character will straight-up unalive them and resurrect them. He’s the embodiment of “I didn’t get my medical license revoked for nothing”

-La Signora plays a Scorcerer. She’s pretty much the only player who takes the game serious, even her character’s like the handbook-version of a Scorcerer. ....asides from fireball. Every time she casts fireball, her character just throws a molotov cocktail. If any Harbinger dares to look at her funny, she just shrugs like “You expect me to use fire-magic? After what happened last time? Not gonna happen, sunshine.”

Every puzzle the Tsaritsa throws at them doesn’t involve any locked doors. The reason why? The first and last time she did, she had to sit there and listen to Scaramouche intimidate the door into opening itself.

Dottore probably built himself a pair of dice with ruin guard-parts, or some funky shit like this. they were banned, of course. not because they’re rigged, but because they had a tiny built-in laser that would just go off randomly. When asked why he would create something like this, Dottore just shrugged like “Well, I just thought it’d be nice to keep us alert.”

Pantalone just constantly tries to get rich, and he’s resorted to constantly opening like, the Tavern-version of a fast food chain everywhere they go. He managed to get the party so fuckin rich that the Tsaritsa had to incorporate inflation into her campaign to keep it balanced.

Pierro probably plays a bard or so, and the Tsaritsa was afraid he’d turn into the horny bard she’s read so much about while preparing for this whole project. But he’s Pierro, the Jester, the first Fatuus.... being just a horny bard is way too basic. He’s still constantly seducing everything in order for the party to get their way, but he’s doing it, like... classy. Like when a grandma calls her grandson handsome for doing her gardenwork or something like that.

Tsaritsa: ....My First... did you.... did you just.... tell the Mind Flayer, the vile creature who has trapped you in its lair for the past week, seperating your group with the goal to devour your brains.... that it’s “glowing”?

Pierro: Yes. Their youthful glow and well-groomed tentacles just strike respect and deep admiration into my heart.

Tsaritsa: ....*sigh* The Mind Flayer blushes, twirling its tentacles like a school girl might twirl her hair.

EDIT: The Harbingers have all been revealed now and in addition to this post...

-Pulchinella’s character is a chicken. Just a regular Chicken. It only has one attack that consists of flicking a single pebble with its beak... but the chicken is also the party monk and thus the pebble-flick does the most damage out of all of their characters. I just find the mental image hilarious of this short guy with round glasses and a beard, looking like some kinda elf-npc playing a chicken and watching with a shit-eating grin as said Chicken absolutely destroys mobs that Childe’s character is struggling with. Pulchinella, the fifth harbinger, the Rooster, hard-carrying his party with a ridiculously powerful chicken

-The Tsaritsa was starting to regret allowing Pulchinella to play a Chicken after having spent 20 minutes listening to her sixth and her fifth arguing about whether or not the chicken has to wear pants when the party was invited to a noble party. Pulchinella insisted that while it’s just a chicken, it does have proper manners (unlike a certain fighter/barbarian....) and wears a tiny pair of fitted pants, paid for by Pantalone’s tavern-business. Scaramouche on the other hand argued back that it’s just a fucking chicken, so a tiny lil bowtie around its neck is enough.

-Yes, these are two grown-ass men arguing about whether or not a chicken has to wear pants to attend a fancy party. These are her Harbingers, handpicked for the job, powerful individuals having been gifted godlike authority. Arguing over chickens.

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[cherry-flavoured-thot]

The Baker In The Blizzard

Pairing: La Signora x Reader

Word Count: 700+ 

You’re weak. Soft and kind. Far too warm. How a little creature such as yourself has been able to withstand the harshness of Snezhnaya, seems outright impossible. But the people speak of you, tender and forgiving, sympathetic and generous. La Signora assumes that in a few blizzards time, those who murmur your praise will lament and mourn. And the little kitchen you run will be filled in by someone less generous, more eager to make money; more focused on their own survival. 

And yet you live. Pantalone speaks of you, how you somehow manage month after month to make ends meet despite being known for overt generosity. Your property in constant need of repairs, he offers for a fee only to be refused. Knowing you can’t afford all that comes with his offers. Perhaps the only smart decision she’d heard of you making. She doesn’t care for you, she grows tired of hearing praises about you, and the way that even lowly subordinates speak of your little establishment. While it’s odd, for such a person as yourself to survive this long, there’s no worth in giving you attention as soon you’ll be lost in the storm, as many others like you are. 

She thinks. And continues to think. Until she’s standing outside your kitchen, unimpressed by it. It’s small, slightly rundown, exterior showing signs of damage from the cold, sign faded away. Snow piled on the roof, on the doorstep, ice covering the windows. It’s easy for her to make it all melt away, to open the door and enter your establishment. It’s warm inside, a fire place heating the dining area, where there are people sitting, who scramble to bow at her presence. 

She scans among them to see if any are you, only for you to actually walk out from the kitchen. Had you been in the crowd, it had been so easy to pick you out, your demeanor matches your conduct. Warm smile, soft eyes, just by a glance she knows. You’re far too kind. You bow, welcoming her, thanking her for coming by. 

“I want only the finest of what you have.” You scurry back into the kitchen, and she sits, contemplating why she even bothered coming here to begin with. If it was to see you failing, that certainly wasn’t the case. It’s early and your tables are half-filled, although how many are actually paying customers and are the ones who ramble about your generosity, she isn’t sure. Perhaps she’s waiting for you to serve her something horrendous, so she has an excuse to remind you of the world’s cruelty, to harden you like the ice forming on the window pane. 

But what you serve her, isn’t horrendous. It’s well-made, from the coffee to the dish everything is pleasant. She asks you if any of your cooking skills were from professional training, only for you to answer you’re self-taught. People move in and out, as she sits, the occasional gawker at her presence are thrown off by a glare. You know the names, memorize the faces, some not even having to order as you already started to make it when they step through the door. 

When she finishes, she doesn’t even wait for you to tell her the total, simply placing a bag of mora on the counter. “Thank you for your generosity, but I can’t accept this.” The irony of you speaking of generosity, when she now knows how few paid in full or paid at all for your dishes.  

“Then don’t. Leave it on the counter and watch as someone else takes it the moment you turn your back.” Her tone is as harsh as the truth in her words, your head bowing down like a scolded puppy. But her expression eases up ever so slightly, “I’ll be highly disappointed if I come back here and find you shut.” And at that you brighten, nodding, promising to still be here upon her next return. 

Both of you know, that your promise isn’t a guarantee, however, strangely enough La Signora is certain if you and your naïve ideas of kindness and generosity have survived this many blizzards, you’ll be able to survive another. And she’ll be listening with interest, when they sing your praises to see whether or not you do.   

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[meenah-chan]

Imagine Childe disguising as Thoma to vacuum La Signora's ashes to be poured to her coffin

P.S. Ignore Childe mixing some sand as revenge for the Liyue scheme.

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Ultimate Genshin Mommy Round 1 Results

Match 1: Kujou Sara vs. Rosaria

Total votes: 45

Winner: Rosaria (by 24.4%)

Match 2: La Signora vs. Beidou

Total votes: 31

Winner: Beidou (by 48.4%)

Match 3: Candace vs. Dunyarzad

Total votes: 33

Winner: Candace (by 69.6%)

Match 4: Katheryne vs. Eula

Total votes: 29

Winner: Eula (by 24.2%)

Moving on to Round 2. Due to the large amount of upcoming polls, Round 2 will be posted in two sections. Round 2/1 to be posted 10 am CET tomorrow.

The upcoming polls are as follows:

Yelan vs. Rosaria

Dehya vs. Yae Miko

Madame Ping / Streetward Rambler vs. Ningguang

Beidou vs. Raiden Shogun

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Miss Signora

sexiest pile of ashes ik

pls dont steal my art! you're free to repost on other sites, all im asking is for credit! ^^

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i’ll forever be mad at mihoyo for killing off la signora. she was so beautiful and was a fantastic villain. she should’ve lived!!

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[rice-enjoyer]

A taste so sweet ; it makes all of your senses rot, from within.

a/n: this has been MARINATING in my drafts since august. reader is a cook/chef from Liyue! ~3.0k words! this is not sagau, for once, wow! a mostly harbinger-centered fic, i was simply not feeling it with scaramouche, sorry simps. (my boy pants though. - pantalone is finally in the spotlight! the wording of this fic seems to make it easy for me to go on and on about him.) dottore does get his routine paragraphs that are a mile longer than everyone else's, he's still my favorite war criminal <3 cw: gn reader, x reader format. food, probably everything that has to do with preparing food, reader gets kidnapped, reader has some angst added and self-esteem issues but it turns into fluff very soon. few mentions of death, (reader's and a side character's)some obsessiveness + possessiveness, reader ACCIDENTALLY cuts themselves with a knife, very short-lived and harmless wound.

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As the saying goes: The way to anyone's heart is either through their pants or stomach - you chose the latter, being a well-known chef from Liyue. You sort of had to. How did you end up becoming the 11 harbingers' personal chef? Well... You liked to participate in those little cooking competitions, that's how. Always being on the podium, never getting anything worse than 3rd place. You grew up loving to participate, even as a child - not expecting to win, but to learn. Knowledge when it comes to cooking, baking, recipes, and how to alter them just fascinated you, ever since you were young. Xiangling was a close friend of yours, and you've been thinking about signing a contract, to work in a restaurant. You went home, already planning your future as an official chef for the restaurant. With new responsibilities in mind, you sigh deeply in the empty hall as you take off your shoes. Your mind was filled and rattling with all sorts of new problems to antagonize over. You were worried, deeply, but concealing that should be the best, weakness has no place in your heart for now. Maybe later, when you are a bit more comfortable with being employed at a new place. Everything was going too well. Maybe you'll even make friends! And, as you'd joke, fate really despised you. Only, it wasn't a joke this time.

The Fatui are everywhere, you can't deny that. But you started to notice a new pattern as you were about to start working at Wanhmin. Day by day, more and more agents show up around your workplace, then on the street, you live in, you were sure someone broke into your home the other day. But there was no evidence, so what can you do? Stay paranoid, and vigilant. Only one problem with this seemingly flawless plan. You are so exhausted from working one day that you didn't lock your door. You were already busy making dinner, craving stone harbor delicacies since it was easy to prepare - you hear the door creak open. Your train of thought has abruptly stopped.

Now, for the exact beginning of your pitiful reality. It all started with an offer you just can't refuse, literally. A misunderstanding brought you to Sneznhaya, how very tragic. The person rummaging and searching for something in your house made eye contact with you, as you were trying to arm yourself with a single, very average, and rather dull kitchen knife. Mistaking you for someone else who had information worth taking, maybe until your lifeless body would get thrown into the soft snow. While the only thing at your disposal was cooking knowledge, and your lowly excuse of a weapon. Such a sorry fate, for you, and that cicin mage who suddenly vanished shortly after failing such an important mission - never seeing your kidnapper again. You were naive, fate leading you by the hand into a pit you can never truly crawl out of.

Lucky for you, meeting your end would've been too kind of a finale to your seemingly short-lived story. Seeing how you are useful in a way, death's cold grip didn't pull you into the night. In the end, you did sign a contract to work, just not in the restaurant. Becoming head chef for the palace rather quickly, your talent would've been wasted, and, no one would want that now would they? Seeing how you were pleasant to be around, compliant, and mostly, quiet, you were just perfect. Having to serve food for the recruits, and agents were no big deal. You'd even strike up conversations with them, some of those were quite lovely. The problem was that after a while, the harbingers have taken an obvious interest in you. You were too frightened to notice that, at first.

To cope with your sudden change of scenery, of environment, to digest your experience, instead of sleeping at night, well, you'd walk. Restless, going from empty room to empty room, looking out the window. With whatever little moonlight was illuminating these rooms, you'd wonder, if you could ever rest, in a place so cold, so distant from your entire being. And so, the cycle continued, you'd wake early, still dark outside to start preparing for the day, exhausted from not getting any rest. Hands full of idle work, thoughts filled with uncertainty. You dreaded lunch, more so than before. Slowly, you climbed the ranks unintentionally, and because of your hospitality, every single cook, maid, and housekeeper tried to shove all of their scarier duties toward you. You may stutter and show minimal signs of discomfort when talking with any of the harbingers, but you wouldn't break under pressure, therefore, the other staff would live to see another day for a job fulfilled well. But knocking on their doors, when you knew you'd be bothering all of them, wishing they'd just, interact with you as little as possible. Oh but fate just hated you, you were just sure of it. You danced the same, off-beat waltz around the palace at dinner. It took you a while to understand but they hated each other so much. Your daydream of not having to talk to them on a daily basis, having them together at a single location, like one of the many dining rooms was never happening. There are a few exceptions, of course, but by the looks of it, they'd rather eat glass than willingly talk to one another. It was night again, so you'd get yourself ready for... walking. And restlessness.

And so, you thought you were replaceable, anyone can cook, bake, and make dishes taste divine, with the right background and experience.

Anyone could be you.

Oh, but how wrong you were. None of them would admit it to you, of course. Prideful creatures they are. The slow, slow change was seen by all, yet no one talked of it. Annoyance at your presence turned to quiet acknowledgments, nods, and slowly, questions. Having as stressful jobs as theirs, it was nice to hear you chatter about simple practices you do to complete your given duties. It was a breath of fresh air, literally. Some even asked you, - if it was only the two of you, - that you would not use their titles, as it makes them feel closer to you, to being human. They were all oh so curious, about your process, all your thoughts about how to make those extremely difficult Fontaine pastries, what was the difference between baking and cooking, and exactly what would it take to poison them, but before that thought could continue, you reassured them that would never happen, as you are the unofficial taste tester, also eating the exact same things they do, and so on. So, instead of quietly humming to yourself, feeling alone, you realized, they were just as lonely as you. And so after months, you'd find yourself humming along with Columbina. She'd ask to dance with you, and, who were you to deny her a little fun? The pots overboiling had different plans, of course, but you managed. She prefers sweet and light dishes, but the ones with some sort of sweet or tangy filling are her favorites. Like taiyaki, for example. Only because that means there's usually some extra cream on the corner of your lips, and she can easily fluster you by holding your chin in place to clean it off with her finger, sighing in delight while your cheeks become tinted with red and babble at her sudden boldness.

As you were having breakfast, Sandrone was showing you her newest altered automation, mouth full of a slice of an egg, spinach, and cheese pie you cooked for her, it was hard to make out what she was saying, but you listened. She seems to prefer mild salty flavors and portable dishes, which is understandable, seeing how much she's focused on her work. Her favorites are bread specialties you make oh so very often, mora meat, or bread pockets made with fresh fish. You only noticed this when one of her robotic assistants asked you to explain in great detail on how to make the foods mentioned, to produce the exact same result as you do.

On your way to the market, Arlecchino just happens to run into you, saying how the orphanage is not far from the market, knowing very well it's in the complete opposite direction, but you indulge her, talking as if you've known each other forever. You play into her fantasy of having a friend, but after a while, it seems to be genuine. You were homesick the day before, so you made a big batch of lotus flower crisps and took some with you. The sweet aroma from your bag intrigues her, and she now has a favorite snack to eat, not only because it's sweet, but mainly because it reminds her of your walks to the market.

La Signora, she scares you the least. While it seems that she's just as cruel and terrifying, she has known love at one point in her life, teaching you ancient recipes from Old Mondstadt. When making one of them is a success, her subordinates are eternally grateful to you because it puts her in a better mood for days. One dish she really likes and has told you that it reminds her of the past is northern apple stew, so you make it for her whenever you can.

You'd genuinely smile when Tartaglia compared your cooking to his mother's, saying it has a similar "warmth". Another advocate for seafood and fresh fish, he has told you many times when you make Wanmin-style black-back perch stew, he feels like he's right back in Liyue. He's constantly complimenting how skilled you are with a knife when cutting meat. Perhaps it's an invitation to sparring? Who knows, he is never quite clear on that.

Capitano is very against it, however. That's why there's never a direct and clear answer to his question. Why harm the one person who can make good food? This just fuels Childe to annoy you further. Not only because it's fun to do so from Tartaglia's perspective, but also because it's a sure source of Capitano's attention. He is not picky at all, quite the opposite. But there is an obvious preference for meat-heavy dishes, like braised meat or minty meat rolls. A small nod of appreciation that makes you smile softly.

Pulcellina is assisting you to send your letters that are addressed to your family almost weekly, making sure that your loved ones don't think your disappearing meant certain death. He reads them in secret, or so he thinks. How could you not suspect it when you've learned that there is no privacy in this cold place left for you? To your surprise, you've found another pasta lover through him, making most, if not all of Liyue's noodle-centered foods.

Dottore seems to think you want some sort of favor from him, he's far too focused on his research to realize that being a chef is your actual job. It appears that way, but he does care, whenever one of his clones drops by the palace or he meets with them personally, there seems to be a small batch of select spices on your desk or some sumeru roses. How surprisingly thoughtful of him. In exchange for his efforts, you often make Sumerian dishes, such as biryani.

Going out of your assigned guest room, that later on becomes your very own, starting the day with drinking bitter and dark coffee with Pierro. He has told you many times how certain flavors you use in your recipes remind him of a faint memory that tastes like home. You are more than welcome to stay in his presence, "You are no bother, truly." - he finds himself saying rather often. If you have any writing to do, please, feel free to knock on his door, working in solitude is so much more tedious, even if there aren't any words exchanged between the two of you.

Much later, after finishing up in the dead of night, you'd find yourself drinking authentic Liyue tea with Pantalone in his office. You'd sometimes look over his shoulder, interested in what he was writing so quickly. He swears if he were to start explaining, it would bore you tremendously. There have been times when if you'd say one of his colleague's names, he'd listen to you a bit too eager to hear any form of gossip you'd pick up on. You've found yourself a person to actually converse with, good job! There have been occurrences when you'd find yourself getting a bit too comfortable on a sofa in his office, his velvety voice accidentally lulling you to some well-deserved sleep. Don't worry, a secret like this will never be the topic of the newest talk. That would mean sharing your company, and your limited free time with others, and that is certainly the worst. At least with him taking a liking to you, there is nothing in all of Teyvat you are short of. Fate is forgiving to you, just this once. Sometimes voicing your concern about how this is all a bit too much, he'd laugh. "Oh, please. I sincerely hope you are doing this out of formalities." Dismissing whatever humane insecurities you have left like it's the most normal reaction one might have.

You were the last one to notice that closeness, of course. Both figuratively and literally. You were doing a million things at once and accidentally cut yourself while chopping vegetables for dinnertime. A small diagonal cut going from the knuckle of your index finger to the middle of your thumb, nothing major, you think. A voice, coming from behind you thought otherwise. You turned to your left, only to feel two short taps on your right shoulder. "Oh, that could get infected if you don't treat it. Hm. You probably should." - A dramatic sigh left his mouth, probably because there wasn't anyone else around. "Come, you have work to get back to, and so do I. But I can't focus on said work if I'm hungry." Of course. Dottore. The concept of personal space is foreign to him, not leaving you any time to protest or even process what he said. Grabbing your arm a lot more gently than you expected you are being pulled or rather, taken to that god-awful lab again. His tone of voice is...softer, it seems. After a long series of walking, going outside to feel the snow decorating your face in a flushed red because of the cold, going down numerous staircases, you end up at your destination. Keys jingling, ancient iron walls creaking.

He gestures at a chair for you to sit down at. You do, while looking around, this place still irks you. "Tch, I can't just clone you and make you anew, Pierro made one of me sign a contract to swear by it, ugh. Take better care of yourself. This is an order." Judging by his tone, how fast and seemingly carelessly said those words to you, he probably wanted to keep all of this to himself but failed spectacularly. You let out a hearty laugh. The first one in months. Your guard crashes down, into the unwelcoming environment. Your laugh brightens every dark corner of the lab, for a short moment. Someone so apathetic getting worked up over something so trivial really makes you chuckle. "Hah, sorry I apologize." - you deeply inhale to catch your breath. - "I could make something extra for your troubles. Would you like anything specific, Doctor?" "Something sweet should suffice." He finishes wrapping the bandage around your hand, suddenly wincing in pain. He applied something antibacterial to the bandages, but you were too distracted having a good time to notice.

Most of them complain to you about their workload, their colleagues, everything. You now know way too much about the harbingers. You've made them softer towards yourself, but also towards each other. You are acquainted with all of them now. Dottore gloats about being the first one to make you laugh as some huge achievement, like one of his usual cruel experiments on his subjects. You do hear of this, from a maid who took your refreshments to the meeting room. Another thing you hear of from the same maid is how delighted they all are that you don't they don't have to share your attention with the Balladeer, as he is currently busy wreaking havoc in Inazuma. This makes you feel a little honored, but still uneasy. The course fate has picked for you made you so much more than you bargained for.

You hum softly. The same flavor of pride has set its poisonous teeth in you, just like it has in theirs. The walls they've built around themselves are turning into dust in your hands. You've awakened something humane in them, but, only towards you. And, of course, you would never dare to admit it, but they've changed you. You were still kind, and considerate, but the hunger for knowledge in your eyes... it has a different spark, a darker tint, barely noticeable, but it's there. Knowing you can... access information with no trouble, your view of the world, of fate, changed.

They all take great satisfaction in this, it was one of the few times something could be called a genuine team effort. Don't expect them to work together for another cause, unless it's the Tsaritsa herself declaring war. Her cold and gentle gaze makes you feel at ease when the palace is as empty as the poor people's eyes, glassy and dull who dare say anything against her Majesty's principles.

Making a cozy home for yourself in a place like this would make any workplace hire you in an instant, but why would you want to leave now? Maybe a visit to your family, making up for the many weeks and months of not seeing them, sure. But you'll come back, no matter what. You do seem to have some say in the matter, but smiling politely and declining is the way to go for now. It's quite a funny thing to think about, how you have the world's most feared feeding from the palm of your hand. Yes, you are sure of it now, fate has changed you.

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