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⊹ ｡˚ 𓂃 ♡ SAVIOUR ?! ┊ kim minjeong ⁺

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synopsis : you saved your tutor and she finds out about your double life

pairing : spiderwoman!reader x tutor!minjeong

genre : highschool!au, fluff uwu

authors note : the ending sucks btw. i just couldnt think anymore. DID NOT PROOFREAD. its 2am pls

“bye minjeong!” y/n said as she turned around the corner. parting ways. minjeong just finished tutoring y/n. which was hard becuase she spent most of the time staring at the taller as she did her work. it was also hard for minjeong because y/n kept on getting distracted while she was explaining.

“… and thats how it becomes an alloy- y/n are you listening?” minjeong looked back up to the younger.

“hm what yeah! i was just..” y/n looked away trying to come up with an excuse. ignoring the way her face was heating up when she got caught. “uh please continue minjeong im sorry i got distracted” y/n looked down in dissapointment.

minjeong smiled and thought that the pout y/n was sporting pretty cute.

it was now 9pm and the streets were dimly lit. theres was several people around. not too much as she sighed.

continued walking in the cold night. she kept on walking until she reached the part of the walk where she hates the most. she had to pass a creepy alleyway to get to her house. “fuck” she whispered under her breath. as she saw two male bodies leaning on the wall, puffing on their cigarettes.

she mustered up the courage to go through the alleyway. there was no other way around if she wanted to get home. her heartbeat fastens as she got closer and their chattering slowly stopped. they turned their attention towards her.

as she walked past them. she heard the sound of cigarettes being stomped on. light footsteps were following her. ‘im fucked’. suddenly a hand was placed on her shoulder. she prayed to the seven gods for her to get home safe tonight.

𓇼

this has become a norm to you for the past few weeks. following minjeong home not in a creepy stalker way but to just make sure she’s safe.

after turning the corner you immediately ran into a secluded alleyway and change into your suit. you climbed up the walls. running to minjeongs usual path to go home.

you were on the roof looking down at her as she stopped and then walked into an alleyway. keeping an eye on minjeong wasnt hard at all.

minjeong walked past two men leaned against the wall smoking a cigarette. you could see the uneasiness in her way of walking. the alarms in your head blared as one of the men held onto her shoulder.

“where you going at this time of night pretty lady?” you heard the skrunkly old man say. minjeong was frozen on the spot she couldn’t do anything.

you immediately got down to her when he pulled on her shoulder “ya answer me” he said rather loudly. your webs holding onto a pole and swung down lining up a kick to his head.

making the man stumble backwards into his friends arm. “my fucking face!” he yelped. you let go from the web and stood infront of minjeong. here you were again analysing her features just as you did during tutoring. her teary eyes looked up at you.

you gave her a reassuring smile which she probably didn’t see since it was covered by your mask. but it was immediately wiped off your face when you saw the guy about to strike minjeong.

you moved her out the way while your face was struck. “ah fuck!” you cursed loudly. the ring from his finger tore your mask and cause your lower cheek to scar and bleed.

you ignored it “man and i was gonna go easy on you” you webbed his fists to the wall as he was about to jump you again. his friend went for you next and you did the same thing.

both of them ended up webbed high up onto the side of the building as you turned to minjeong. smiling at her trying to assure her that shes safe now. “do you want me to send you home?”

a beat or two passes where minjeong just stares at you and not answering you. “uh .. ill just send you somewhere safe.” it would be much weirder if you knew where she lived from her point of view.

you pulled her by her waist closer to you. minjeong let out a squel and wrapped her arms around your shoulder as you swung up the building.

as the cool night air rushed past them, minjeong couldn't help but feel an exhilarating mix of fear and wonder. clinging tightly to spiderwoman, she marveled at the cityscape unfolding beneath them. the skyscrapers became a breathtaking blur as they soared through the night.

in that moment, Minjeong's mind raced, a whirlwind of thoughts echoing the beating of her heart. She stole glances at the heroes masked face.

amids the adrenaline and uncertainty, minjeong found herself oddly comforted. the heroes reassuring presence, masked though it was, provided a sense of safety. she couldn't help but steal glances at the hero who had just swooped in to rescue her. the cut on the mysterious womans's face, a visible scar from the fight.

minjeong tells you her address in a whisper. it being a sign to send her straight home. it wasn’t smart of her to give her address to strangers, even if they saved her life. but for some reason she trusted you.

you slowly let her down onto the outdoor stairwell that connected to her window after she guided you to it. you crouched on the railing as she fixed herself. you took this time to analyse her whole figure.

wearing only a hoodie and some sweatpants. “you should wear a jacket, its cold out” minjeong nodded looking up at you. you getting flustered and looking everywhere except her.

“you’re hurt” she broke the silence. Feeling embarrassed about taking a punch in front of someone you find attractive. despite the pain you chuckled. “ah yeah it happens. uhm you’re safe now have a nice night bye !”

you rambled trying to avoid the topic and then jumping off at the last sentence. swinging as fast as you can.

𓇼

“fuck..” you looked at the cut that was just above your jaw. it was prominent red. closing the locker door that had your mirror hanged.

you decided to ignore it and rush to class before the bell rings. unbeknownst to you, you walked past a shorter girl who noticed the cut on your face that was similar to the hero that saved her last night.

𓇼

“y/n!” you heard the familiar voice calling for you. turning around and was greeting with minjeong fast walking towards you across the almost empty hallway.

“hey minjeong i didnt know there was tutoring today! ill text my mom real qui-“

“no no y/n stop…” she paused, collecting her breath. “just… come with me” minjeong shook her head and took your hand.

she dragged you to the nurses office and sat you down on the bed. you didnt have time to ask her what shes doing until.

she pushed you to sit down on one of the nursing beds and held onto your chin to get a better look of the scar. there was a flicker of concern in her gaze, mingled with a touch of curiosity. as she applied the cotton pad to the wound, her expression shifted to a more focused and determined demeanor. her small hands moved with precision, yet there was a gentleness in her touch that betrayed a hidden tenderness.

while tending to your injury, a subtle tension lingered in the air. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she worked, silently contemplating the uncanny coincidences she had noticed lately. As she finished up, her gaze met yours, and for a moment, a hint of suspicion remained in her eyes.

"interesting how you always seem to get into trouble. any specific reason for this particular injury?"

you grinned, brushing off the question with your usual optimism. "just another clumsy mishap, you know me."

minjeong’s eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of suspicion lingering. "clumsy mishap or something more? ive noticed some uncanny coincidences lately."

you shrugged nonchalantly, feigning innocence. "coincidences happen, right?"

minjeong’s expression remained inscrutable, but there was an underlying tension in the air. you couldnt think straight as minjeong was so close to your face. her small hands tidying up your wound. you could feel her faint breath on your chin

"coincidences or connections to spiderwoman? yea coincidences right"

you paused at that, giving way a more guarded expression. "i... i don't know what you're talking about, minjeong." minjeong shrugs not caring as she tended to your wound. throwing away rubbish and finishing up then looking back at you.

“how long have you been spiderwoman?”

you heaved a sigh. letting your head down while minjeong was between your legs. “since the last two years.” she nods approvingly. “that’s cool”

she says looking at her feet while you put your gaze on her. the tension in the room growing as the seconds go by. “thank you for saving me” she said just above a whisper. seeing the tips of her ears turn red.

a grin broke out from your face. “it’s my job minjeong. “ you stood up. dusting off yourself then looking down at her. her gaze was still on her feet.

“thank you minjeong” you broke the silence. she didnt look up at you. instead she sucked in her breath and wrapped her arms around you. hugging you.

“thank you for saving me..” she nuzzles her head closer into the crook of your neck. not knowing what to do you just patted her back.

“i was so worried when i saw that scar on your face. i just cant imagine you getting hurt that bad”

finally relaxing your body (totally not trying to normalise your heart rate). “its fine minjeong in used to it” she looked up at you as you said that. “that’s the problem.. you shouldn’t get used to it.”

squirming out of her hold to hug her back. “just.. come to me if you ever need help” she mumbled, closing her eyes leaning her body into you. as you stood there with your heart beating faster than ever.

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morgandoesstuffsig · 1 year

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Can I request the jealousy reactions from the Victims of Mandela Catalogue? I read your other post of victims reacting to receiving affection my heart just absolutely soared. If it’s too complicated, don’t do it. :]

HOLY SHIT MY FIRST REQUEST!!! HIHIHI<333

ofcofc, if it's on my masterlist then I'll def. write it <3 love the victims frfr

also ty for the compliments, got me melting over here💕

c.w // jealousy (obv..), d/ckhead (?) in mark's part ngl, also really oblivious reader

JEALOUS MUCH?

start under cut.

MARK HEATHCLIFF

look at the goofy lil skrunkly

he doesn't get jealous easily

or in general

but...

if you're skipping or canceling hangouts with him just to see someone else constantly...

well, you'll see--

"Hey (Y/N)!" Mark called out behind you. You'd been walking around with (?), and he just happened to be close by.

"Hey Mark." You greeted with a smile as he jogged up to be by your side.

"Who's this?" He asked, pointing at (?).

"Ah! This is (?), my new friend! We've been hanging out a lot!" You exclaimed, and Mark nodded, smiling. But then, (?) locked arms with you and leaned into your side.

"Yeah, me and (Y/N) have been hanging out pretty much everyday this month, only besides the short 2 days when she was hanging out with you." (?) said, with a condescending smirk on their face as they stared down at Mark.

"..I see." He turned to look at you, "Is this the one who keeps having you cancel the hangouts?"

"I don't force (Y/N) to do anything, I think they just like a little better than you--" (?) started.

"I'm sorry? I don't like any of my friends more than the other!! You're all my friends, so I like you all equally!! Please don't pick another fight, (?).." You interjected. (?) just rolled their eyes and looked back at Mark.

"We've got somewhere to be right now, so goodbye." (?) said turning around and attempting to take you with them.

Mark grabbed you other arm softly and pulled you out of (?)'s arm lock, and silently lead you two away from (?).

yeah..

ya'll just left (?) in the middle of nowhere

oh well

skill issue

CESAR TORRES

go homosexual alternate go!!

yeah he's technically an alternate the entire timeline so...

he's one here too

since alternates don't usually feel, well, feelings

jealousy is new to Cesar

he has no idea why he gets that clenching feeling in his stomach when he sees you with (?), all close and even just slightly touching

and that voice telling him to just take you away from them is getting louder and louder

so what does he do?

he listens to it.

There you were, laughing with (?). You two had just gotten back from a fun time at a carnival in the next town over, and (?) was walking you home.

"Oh! Remember how scared you were on the Ferris wheel? Your face was priceless!" You laughed, covering your mouth with your hand.

"Oh, shut up!" (?) said, nudging you with their elbow.

"You know--" You started, but then (?) stopped moving and laughing. They were staring at something straight ahead in fear; you followed their eyes to see Cesar, standing ahead, just a couple feet away. The only thing that really scared (?) was that half of his face was missing besides his eye.

yeah safe to say your friend ran away

"why'd you--"

"I missed you."

yeah he took you away after that <3

away as in home

ya'll had a fun time there doing whatever it is you do with someone

idk i havent had human contact in years leave me alone /hj

JONAH MARSHALL

cute and goofy. perfect combo. just add in some stupid.

↑ recipe to make ur very own jonah

anygays

he is very goofy

so it seems impossible for him to get jealous right??

wrong.

he gets jealous very easily

and constantly tbh

he'll just pout at you and whoever he's jealous of

You were sitting at a restaurant with Jonah and (?). You and (?) had been chatting the entire time since they sat across from you, and the normally very loud Jonah was dead silent.

"Yeah so then I--" (?) started, but you stopped listening after a second because you felt something tug at your (shirt/sweater) sleeve. You looked next to you to see a pouting Jonah, with his cheeks all puffed out and goofy lil' mad face. <333

"How come you're not talking to me too??" He whined quietly, and you just had to let out a small giggle.

you had to let him in on the convo

he was back to normal in no time

when you guys left he was very clingy tho

no im not showing favoritism wdym

ADAM MURRAY

lets pretend adam wasnt a fr d/ckhead in the last volume ngl

he is chill

...sometimes

if he's woken up on the wrong side of the bed or sum

then he will get jealous quickly

not as fast as jonah but still

pretty fast

"Yeah so what movie did you want to watch?" You asked (?). You were at your house, and were going to have a movie marathon together.

"I was thinking.."

Little did either of you know, a groggy and grumpy Adam had entered the room, not have founding you anywhere in the other room with him.

"what're you doing?" he said, shocking both you and (?).

"HOLY SHIT ADAM-- You scared us!!" You said, whipping your head back to see him right behind the sofa.

"So?"

"sighh... we're having a movie marathon."

"Move over then, I'm joining."

he had his arms wrapped around you the entire time

silently pulling you closer and closer to him

he kept going 'till you two reached the edge farthest from (?)

poor (?)

they just wanted to watch movies

adam probably dragged you away to make popcorn with him lmfao

END

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the-magicians-blue · 2 years

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How about micah and reader where reader dies and micah just waiting for then to get online again,, i just really live for angst 🙏🙏

Ah I see you’ve caught me at a good time. Angst it is!

10:07pm

MicahYujin: You there?

MicahYujin: Angel?

MicahYujin: Y/N

MicahYujin: ….

MicahYujin: Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry.

MicahYujin: Please talk to me.

Micah was concerned. He hadn’t heard from you for almost 3 weeks now. He sent messages everyday without fail. You didn’t even touch your computer anymore (he knew because he hacked your computer to see if there was any activity). Maybe you were out of town and forgot to tell him? But you’ve never forgotten to tell him when you’d be away from your computer for long and you usually would text him. Something was wrong, really wrong but he couldn’t figure out what. At this point there was only one thing he could think to do: go to your house and see for himself.

The plane ride was stressful. All he could do was hope for the plane to go faster so he could see you again. The car ride was stressful. He was stuck in traffic and the driver took two wrong turns. But he thought it’d be worth it to see you. He thought it would.

When had finally got to your house he was surprised to see multiple cars and a moving truck in the driveway. He soon saw a slightly familiar face: your mother. He had never met her but you had shown him photos. She had tears in her eyes as she was carrying a box full of your things out of your home. Your mom saw Micah and recognized him from the screen shots you secretly took of him when you talked.

“Oh, you must be the boy Y/N talked to so much.”

A bitter smile grew on her face.

“They really liked you. Its not often Y/N bring up someone they’re talking to we when we talk… thank you for treating my child with so much love and kindness.”

She began to tear up again as Micah stood there confused.

“What… what happened?”

“They were on their way to the airport. Something about a surprise visit? It was a super early flight but… but apparently there was a drunk driver who was out late and speeding and… and the car hit the taxi and flipped over the car…. And… and-“

Your mother began to sob as Micah stood there in shock. No, no you can’t be gone, not just like that. You were just talking to him a few weeks ago, smiling and laughing and clowning him. You can’t be gone. You just can’t. And a surprise visit? You couldn’t have been going to see him were you? Did you die because of him?

A young man came up behind your mother to console her, sitting her down before going back to Micah. He introduced himself as your cousin. He only confirmed what Micah didn’t want to be true.

“Y/N had been in a coma for two weeks. At first it seemed like they’d wake up after a few days but… they’re condition worsened and by the end of the week the doctors said they were brain dead and weren’t gonna wake up. It took 2 more weeks for Y/N’s mom to finally decide to pull the plug. I’m sorry you had to find out like this… Oh! Wait I recognize you! You were that guy Y/N has a photo of on their dresser! Micah right?”

Your cousin ran off and returned with a battered box, parts of it singed.

“Y/N was apparently holding onto it when the paramedics found them. Apparently they kept saying something about making sure it got to you? They asked us if we knew a Micah but Y/N never gave us your name.”

Micah could do nothing but stare at the box in his arms. Taking a deep breath he opened the box to see a handmade plushie of skrunkly, a sailor moon figurine and a note.

Dear Micah,

As you know I’m not someone thats good at saying my true feelings face to face, so I wrote them down here. You are one of the best things that has happened to me in a long time. I’m always busy so having someone to talk to consistently wasn’t something I had the luxury of. You make me laugh, you make me calm, you make me feel safe. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so close to someone in such a short time before. I hope you like the gifts, I made the plushie myself! I know I can never capture the full beauty of skrunkly but I hope you appreciate my efforts. That sailor moon figure was actually hard to find too so you better be happy. I guess it’s just to pay you back for how much you’ve changed my life (and for the cute dinosaur plushie). Thank you for everything.

Love(ew),

Y/N

P.S if you ask about any of the mushy stuff I wrote to my face I can and will deny any of it. I am not past gaslighting.

As he read the note Micah began to laugh before breaking down into tears. He couldn’t help but feel like this was all his fault. If you hadn’t tried to surprise him you would still be here. Maybe he should’ve paid more attention when you asked him what his favorite sailor moon character was. He should’ve noticed when he saw you searching up how to crochet. He should’ve done something, anything. Maybe, he should’ve never started talking to you in the first place. He should’ve just like that little revenge hack be all that it was. You would still be alive if he did. Would he have met such an amazing person? No, but that would have been better than knowing he’s the reason they’re gone now.

Micah helped clean your house out. Your family like him keep the photo of the two of you on his first visit to your house as well as the dinosaur plushie he gave you. They invited him to the funeral but he just couldn’t do it. He wouldn’t be able to handle seeing you laying there, completely lifeless. He just went home promised himself that he’d never get close to anyone like that again. He wouldn’t be able to take losing someone else.

#error143 #micah yujin #please play error143!#micah yujin x reader #micah x reader #micah yujin angst

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tteodoroki · 1 year

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persistent [tartaglia x hydro!reader]

cw: childe is a warning himself, violence, slight suggestive themes, not beta-read we die like Guizhong

notes: I love this skrunkly fucker. Also Alexa, play Obsessed by Mariah Carey.

“How are you today, comrade?” Childe asks, a bright smile on his face as he strolls up to you with a few quick steps. You have to resist the urge to roll your eyes. It’s not even midday and you can already feel a headache approaching. Archons, all you wanted to do was run a few errands today in peace.

You choose to nod in acknowledgement of his presence. From past experiences with the ginger haired man, you knew that ignoring him all together would prove more of an annoyance than engaging in conversation with him. If there was anything that got under his skin, it was you ignoring him. As tempting as it seemed, you had little patience to deal with his shenanigans.

“Ah, well, you’re probably wondering what I’m doing here, huh?” He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as you glanced at him out of the corner of your eye before continuing your walk around the docks. You knew exactly what he was doing and exactly why he was there. The same reason he’s been following you for the past few weeks; your damn vision.

“I just wanted to remind you that the invitation to join me and the rest of the Harbingers is still on the table.”

And there it is. If you had a mora for every time Childe brought up joining the Harbingers to serve the Tsaritsa, you would have enough mora to leave Liyue and flee to Inazuma of Sumeru to get away from Childe and his incessant proposition. Sighing, you stop walking, the Harbinger quick to follow your lead.

“Look, Tartaglia,” You start, your hands inching to grasp the hydro vision that rested comfortably on your hip. A nervous habit of yours, but it never failed to ease your anxiety. “I have told you a hundred times that I am not interested in joining the Fatui. I am not going to leave Liyue for Snezhnaya, and I am not going to serve the Tsaritsa. I do not care how many times you ask, my answer will always remain the same.” Somehow, you manage to keep your voice even and calm, despite your growing agitation and desire to physically make him leave you alone.

For once, Childe was at a loss for words. For as long as he’s known you (which to your dismay has been quite some time) he has never seen you become this annoyed with anyone. Not even Bolai whenever he tries to up-charge you on his goods which are never nearly as good as he makes them out to be. Maybe his plan to convince you to join the Harbingers was a little too plain. He’s tried to charm you through gifts and stories, with promises of being able to see the world as a Harbinger. Any of these approaches surely would have won any regular person over within a heartbeat. But, Childe knew better than anyone that you weren’t a regular person.

Given his lack of response and far off look, you roll your eyes before walking away to continue with your errands. Archons, how did this mess even begin with?

As a child, you were blessed with a vision. It was no surprise to you or your parents, as the both of them are respected vision holders themselves. You were never a rowdy or reckless child, so your family never thought you would use your vision to fight. With a hydro vision, you would probably go on to work with Baizhu at Bubu Pharmacy to help heal the people of Liyue. A noble purpose, you suppose, but not very exciting. You heard stories, tales from Madam Ping about vision holders of all kinds hailing from all seven nations in Teyvat. Her stories sparked something in you, and one day you decided that you too would be like the vision holders from Madam Ping’s stories. Strong and adventurous. You too would save people.

Oh if only things were that simple.

One night, years after your received your vision, you found yourself among the brilliant pools of water of Luhua Pool. It was quite a travel from your home, but you heard from others that vision holders would travel days to sacred spots in order to connect with their vision. People blessed with pyro visions traveling to active volcanos or people with cryo visions traveling to the heart of Dragonspine. The closest thing you could think of was the crystalline water in Luhua Pool. So, you meditated. You prayed to the Hydro Archon, Focalors, to grant you the strength and wisdom to accomplish something great with your vision. You spent hours, praying, meditating, and even mimicking movements of other vision holders you’ve seen within the pools. The best you were able to achieve was a few waves and accidentally shooting yourself in the face with a stream of water.

As you continued to practice training with your vision, a stray treasure hoarder appeared. He saw your vision strapped to your side and made an attempt to take it from you by force. Everything happened in such a blur. You faintly remember screaming and then all of a sudden the treasure hoarder was no longer charging at you, but instead was on the ground, his limbs dislocated and mangled, bent at horrifying angles that would take a miracle to put back into place. He thoroughly looked like he had been attacked by a wild boar, and the mere sight made you want to pass out. You looked around, trying to figure out what had happened, until you saw it; your vision, it was glowing. It didn’t take a genius to put it all together, and the horrifying thought of you hurting this man to this extent made your heart threaten to beat out of your chest.

You didn’t know what to do or who to talk to so you did the first thing you could think of; you ran.

You ran all the way from Luhua Pool to Liyue Harbor in one night. You just prayed to Rex Lapis that the adepti did not see that it was you that hurt that man, even if it was in self defense. You shivered at the thought of being stared down and judged by one of the adepti.

Madam Ping was the first person you talked to after the incident. You omitted some of the details, such as maiming the man and leaving him for dead, but you were able to find out more information about what it is that happened.

Hemokinesis, or blood manipulation. That was the basis of what happened. According to Madam Ping and many of the books she gave you regarding hydro vision users, it is a very rare skill amongst hydro vision holders, with only 2 recorded vision holders in history. Madam Ping told you that not even the Hydro Archon is capable of such an ability, and that this subversion of the hydro vision was gifted by Celestia in order to protect the innocent when the Archons cannot.

You sat in Madam Ping’s home, staring silently into the cup of ginseng tea she poured to ease your troubles. As you sat there, you made a silent vow to use your new abilities to keep Liyue Harbor safe. Celestia blessed you with such a skill for a reason, and Madam Ping assured you that even if it wasn’t clear now, it will be in the future. Archons, why did she have to be so cryptic?

The Gods do not make mistakes, she insisted. Your young mind had believed her then, and you prayed to the Archons that she was right.

Ever since that day, you never hid the fact that you had a hydro vision. In fact, you were proud of it despite your initial apprehension. You were one of the few blessed with a vision in Liyue, which was a high honor. But, you still could not figure out why Childe was so insistent on you joining the Fatui. It had nothing to do with your natural Liyue citizenship, as the Fatui have deep connections within the harbor through the Northland Bank. You weren’t a high ranking official or someone with status and influence like Lady Ningguang and you weren’t a leader in the Millelith. To the average Liyue citizen, you were just you; someone from a well respected family that had a long line of vision holders. That was it, and only one person knew the extent of your true power, and she would never divulge such a secret to anyone else, especially not to someone like Childe.

Whatever the reason was, you tried not to think too much of it. Even if Childe miraculously knew of your talents, it wasn’t as if the Tsaritsa herself could force you to join. The Fatui had no diplomatic leverage over you, so you would just have to deal with Childe’s constant proposals, as annoying as they were.

“Hello there, comrade!”

You inhaled sharply at the sound of the annoyingly familiar voice. Archons, didn’t he have anything better to do?

“Don’t you have people to intimidate and corrupt, Childe?” You ask, your face scrunching up in distaste as you continued to walk towards your home.

“There’s nothing more important to me than seeing your beautiful face, [Y/N].” Tartaglia chuckles, offering you a boyish smile. You could feel your blood start to boil, your hands clenching into fists at your side.

“Childe, what the hell will it take for you to leave me alone, huh? I’ve told you for months now that I will not join the Fatui, and you are so persistent on pursuing me and I don’t understand why!” You seethe, your eyes narrowing at the man in frustration.

Unfazed by your anger, Tartaglia looks at you with a gleam in his eyes that is almost unsettling. If not for your pent up anger, you would have been cautious of the look of excitement that flickered across his face.

“Fight me.”

Two simple words made your body tense and your mind spin. He wanted you to fight? What for?

Sensing your confusion, Tartaglia smiled. “If you beat me, then I will leave you alone. Even if I win, I won’t even ask you to join the Fatui, I’ll just take you out for dinner!”

“Childe, I’m not going to fight you.” You roll your eyes. It’s not that you couldn’t fight him, Madam Ping trained you throughout your life. Even if he was a Fatui Harbinger, you knew that your vision would protect you. No, if things went south, you knew that it would end up with Childe finding out about your abilities, and you didn’t want to think about the headache that would cause you in the long run.

“[Y/N], c’mon!” He whines, giving you a pouty look. At his grown age? How ridiculous.

“Childe, I’ve already said no! What’s so hard to understand?”

“But why not?”

“Because I don’t want to!”

“Why not?”

“I already told you!”

“It’s not-“

Before Tartaglia can speak, you feel something inside you snap. Your patience long gone and by the Archons all you wanted him to do was shut up. You feel the basket of produce you purchased earlier slip from your fingers, and all you can hear is the blood rushing through your ears as suddenly Tartaglia is thrown backwards, body smacking straight into a sunsettia tree.

“I said no.”

Tartaglia had no idea what happened, but suddenly he’s pinned to a tree, vision blurry, the familiar taste of blood in his mouth as he tries to gather his bearings. Through his blurry vision, he makes out your form, your body positioned in a stance he vaguely recognizes as a form of Liyue martial arts, your vision that rested on your hip now glowing. Tartaglia wants to speak, to say anything, but he feels as if a Mitachurl is sitting on his chest and finds it hard to even breathe at the moment.

“I don’t know why you have been so annoyingly persistent, but it ends now.” He hears you speak, but the ringing in his ears makes it difficult. He feels the blood that has been pooling in his mouth suddenly vanish, and in return feels jagged spikes pressed against his face and neck. Tartaglia considers that he has a severe concussion, and that his mind is playing tricks on him, but another part of him knows that this is real. That it’s you doing this. It sends a chill down his spine, knowing that you could end his life with a simple flick of your wrist. How invigorating.

“Consider this my final warning, Childe. If you cross my path ever again, I will not be as kind.” With that being said, you reach down and grab the basket that fell from your hands and continue your journey back home, praying to the Archons that this was the last you’d see of the Harbinger.

But oh, if only you knew that this merely spurred Tartaglia’s desire to have you by his side. To make you his. This was merely the beginning.

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