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quillium · 1 year
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Childe being the boss of a bank while being Absolutely Feral
The Tsaritsa sending Childe, A Boy From The Countryside Who Never Had Any Formal Schooling, to run her bank: This is going to be the funniest thing ever
In Childe’s head, accountants cover everything to do with numbers, so when he’s in doubt, he just assumes someone’s job is “accountant”. This is almost never true. Vlad is a bodyguard, he literally stands outside the bank doors, WHY WOULD YOU THINK HE WAS AN ACCOUNTANT--
Childe: Haha yeah I’m an accountant! Ekaterina, exhausted: You are not. But points for trying.
Childe, very proud: I work at a BANK! Nadia, who knows that Childe basically just fights people without Actually Working and is the office’s baby: That’s right, honey 😊 
Every night Childe gets tutored by someone who does work in the bank on various financial matters and he becomes ridiculously financially savvy even for a twenty-something working in a bank
Childe is crazy good at understanding money if you give it to him in terms of fighting-related things. “Wow, ten of these are worth one Dull Sword!”
Childe who doesn’t understand why people can’t just fish for a living. It’s simple. You find a good cave, set up a fire, and catch fish whenever you’re hungry. His employees are horrified. Childe, is this why you’ve been eating so much fish lately. Childe, are you just catching your own fish despite being one of the most well-paid men alive. CHILDE--
Someone shows up for an appointment with a bank advisor, and Childe, who is HORRIBLY disappointed after learning this truth, pulls them aside and is like, “You know they’re not a fiduciary, right? Banks just want to make money. They don’t actually care about you.” His employees are like. You literally are the boss of this bank can you please stop chasing away business
Childe watching a fisherman about to buy mutual funds or something: “You need to understand that they take a 2% management fee off this, which doesn’t sound like a lot, but in fact if you compare it to products from places that aren’t our bank, you could lose a lot in the long run--”
“Childe banks aren’t a scam” “Okay then explain why Andre the accountant taught me to always be careful about mutual funds with high MERs and then immediately tried to sell that same bad example mutual fund to a client HMMM”
Childe who honestly thinks the concept of money is a scam. Why can’t we just all fish and hunt meat together and share food.
Childe’s employees are ALL scrawny paperwork office job people so they’re like. Childe we can’t. Just hunt down wild boars. That’s primitive and we don’t have muscles.
Childe backseat driving to other people’s financial decisions and they’re like can you please get this twenty year old out of my face while I decide on mortgages. Childe doesn’t even give good advice he’s just really freaking annoying
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rimechaser · 28 days
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Anyone remember my Jade Parcels fic? I finally did a model of Ekaterina from that, from her job as an agent before she got reassigned to desk work. The Fatui subreddit suddenly whoopsie-slipped into RP and now I guess I'm doing this.
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mmmattnik · 1 month
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strawberrystarcake · 10 months
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fatui subordinate npcs r so !!! funky !!!!! i love all of them !!! fatui subordinate appreciation post, they deserve it for putting up with their bosses
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daily-tartag · 10 months
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#29
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--They (Childe) got a little too silly
Katerina: I don’t get paid enough for this
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Ajax and Zhongli are the realization of every VillainxHero's fan. I swear.
They story is just... wonderful.
Their secret identities are friends.
Both are using each other on the beginning, but still forming an friendship in the end.
Both are complex and grey characters (so its more like Anti-Hero x Anti-Hero)
They have a fun and cool dynamic.
When its time for me to retire, I want to fake my death too. Its more fun.
So much angst after the reveal, so fucking much.
Zhongli calling Ajax 'rascal'.
What are the Tsaritsa's plans? Zhongli will be involved again? In opposite sides? And about Celestia? Bitch better don't sink my ship or I will drag that motherfucking city from the sky myself.
Kinda Enemies to Friends to Sexual Tension to Attempt Murder to Release an Ancient God in your Country to Revealation and Feeling Betrayed to Slow Reconciliation to My Boss is Going to Kill God So Now We Kinda Enemies Again? to Lovers
I am now patiently waiting for Scaramouche and Kazuha's Backstory.
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cavalierious-whim · 1 year
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Tartaglia's idea of overtime and raises are a little bit different than most would think. Be sure to check out this fic on AO3!
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“This isn’t exactly what I had in mind when you suggested overtime.” A pause, a gasp, a breathy moan that floats through the air. High-pitched. Tinny. Shuddering as a lip is bitten. “Or what I expected in a raise.” 
Tartaglia’s hair is thick and coarse against her fingers. She tugs at it, hand curling into luscious ginger locks, nails scraping across his scalp. He whines against her cunt, digging crescents into her thighs as he grips them tightly. “Katya,” he murmurs against her, kissing her wet folds, tongue slipping through them to lap at her juices. 
“Desperate thing,” she says, petting his head. He must be. She sees the way that his cock aches in his trousers, the hard line of his erection on display. It’s late. They were both doing paperwork until Tartaglia whirled into her office and dragged her into a storage closet at the back of the bank.
The door was barely closed before he was on his knees, spreading her legs, begging to be suffocated until he couldn't breathe. Ekaterina is a tease and Tartaglia responds so well, eager to please like a puppy. 
“Yes,” he says. Licks a strip across her slit, the tip of his tongue barely dipping in. Then around it, exploring every crevice he can find. 
“Mhm.” And maybe she needs this too. It’s not as though she put up a fight. The moment overtime is mentioned, paired with the glint of his eye, she’s as gone and desperate as he is. There’s something to be said about having a Harbinger between her thighs, suckling at her like she’s a treat, moaning against her like a whore. 
She’s called him that before and he’d moaned, doubling his efforts, swallowing everything down that she offered. Ekaterina considers it this time, brushing back his bangs. She takes in the pink tinge to his face, the way that his nostrils flare as he watches back, eyes glassy with arousal as he eats her out. 
No, no, not this time. Something else, something a little rarer. “Oh, you poor thing,” she murmurs, voice turning soft. Almost affectionate. Ekaterina might not love the damn boy, but she cares for him at least. Dealt with his impetuousness over the years, pulling and plucking at strings to keep him out of trouble. 
Fucking her is the least he can do in return. 
Tartaglia is good at it, too; clever with his tongue and fingers, enthusiastic in his touches and the way that he presses against her. That damned tongue, circling around her clit, sucking at it until it's hard and peeking out from its hood. She gushes, his face and cheeks wet with her slick. 
“How do I taste?” she asks him sweetly. 
Tartaglia groans into her cunt, nibbling at her clit, teeth blunt against her swollen flesh as he works her closer to orgasm. She pulls his hair, yanking back his head to stave it off. Her sex aches, throbbing—but she can bare it if it means lasting.
“Delicious,” he says, lips glistening. His tongue slips out, making a show of licking them. What a sight. Ekaterina’s seen him fight, dripping in Abyss, inhuman and hulking. And yet, here, he’s youthful and wily. Smirking back as he kneels between her, bones smarting against the tiled floor. 
She loosens her grip, stroking through his hair instead. Tartaglia leans to the side, nuzzling the inside of her thigh with his cheek. He licks the stream of slick that streams there, leaking from her cunt. “Yeah,” he says, kissing the skin there, teeth dragging over it, raising gooseflesh. “Absolutely scrumptious. Zhongli would say something about tea, but I’d drink you up any day over it.”
Ekaterina isn’t the one that gets off on praise, she gets off on Tartaglia asking for it. His words are carefully picked, geared towards easing her into comforting him. “Oh, you’re a good boy, aren’t you?” He whimpers at that, just the reaction she wants to hear. A breath slips from his mouth, eyes slipping closed as she says it again, petting his hair as though he were a loyal dog. “Yes, such a good thing for me.”
“Katya,” he says, his voice hoarse. Dry. Raspy. Another whine, softer this time, keening. “Please.”
She leans against the wall of the storage closet, raising her hips, offering a better angle. She guides Tartagalia’s face right back between her thighs and he moans, immediately getting back to work. His tongue, hot and wet, sliding through her dripping folds. His breath against her, stuttering, muffled by the way she drops her hips against him.
“Good boy,” she says again, rolling herself against his mouth. Tartaglia responds so readily, eager to swallow her up, lips doing the overtime. Pleasure curls again, heat spreading through her. Ekaterina’s face is hot behind her mask. “Gods.”  A hiss as she bites her lip.
Tartaglia’s slipped two fingers inside, fucking her cunt in time with his mouth. “Katya,” he breathes against her,  “Katya.”
He doesn’t talk to anyone else this way. Hot whispers of Katya are for her alone, in moments like this where she rides his face until completion. His fingers are long. He hooks them, hitting the right spot, gently nudging at that spongy spot while he sucks at her clit.
“Just like that,” she says, “Yes, yes, just like that.”
“Please,” he says. 
She knows what he’s asking. Ekaterina smiles slyly as they meet gazes again. “Beg for it.”
Tartaglia pauses in his attention, throat bobbing, a little embarrassed. But— “Your foot,” he starts. Then stops.
“Come on, you can say it,” she says, cupping his cheek, smoothing a thumb over his cheekbone. 
“My dick. I’m—” He presses his palm against his cock, grinding it down. 
“You’ve asked for worse things.” Like fucking him with a Geo construct, face-down until he was crying, snot-nosed in the sheets. That’s a sight she isn’t likely to forget—not that she wants to. 
“Step on it. Katya, please.”
Ekaterina sighs softly, pleased. His begging is delicious and settles deep in her gutting, stoking the burning pleasure. She nudges his hand away from his crotch and clicks her tongue at the sight of his hardened erection that tents his trousers. 
“You asked so nicely,” she soothes, pressing her boot down against his cock. Not hard, just enough pressure to make him moan. She drags the sole down his length and he bucks against her, seeking out friction. “I’ll take care of you,” she promises, “but don’t forget you were in the middle of something. Don’t you owe me overtime?”
“Yes, yes—” He’s eager again, ardent in the way he shoves his face back into her cunt. He licks at her, sucks and moans, bobs his face against her sex as he dives in. 
She moans, rutting against his face, pulling at his hair hard enough that she knows it must sting. Tartaglia groans but doesn’t stop. Tears well in the corner of his eyes but he keeps at her, tongue sliding against her folds, fucking her with his fingers, doing his best to drag her to a happy end. 
Ekaterina is close—he’s a wonder with his mouth and the way that he curls his fingers inside her. His cock twitches under her boot as she presses harder. “Go on, you can fuck yourself against it.”
The sound he makes is lost between her thighs, choked off with a gurgling sound as he drowns in her slick. He grinds against her, rutting against her foot. “Fuck,” he whispers, kissing her, soft little butterfly touches. “Oh, Archons—fuck.”
“Still so good for me, doing as I ask.” She brushes his hand back, fingers digging into his scalp. Tartaglia latches onto her clit again, sucking at it, tongue swirling around the nub. He rocks against the sole of her boot, using his spare hand to hold it down against him for better leverage.
“Katya.” He moans, his thrusting losing its cadence as he fucks himself against her boot. 
“I like you like this, stripped down and bare. No one else gets to see you like this.”
“No, of course not. Of course not—” He hisses, grunting as he comes, pressing hard against her boot as he sinks into the sensation. 
Ekaterina won’t be much longer. He still laps at her cunt, tongue lolling and lazy as his orgasm crashes into him. She sneaks a hand down to touch herself, fingering over her clit as he still fucks her cunt. Knows just wear to touch, fingers smoothing over the spot inside that leaves her legs trembling as she braces herself with a hand on his shoulder. 
“Such a pretty thing,” she says, gasping softly, feeling the way that her arousal is thick in her throat. And Tartaglia is, eyes wet, face red and ruddy, mouth swollen and slick from his voracious appetite. His eyes flutter, half-lidded, long eyelashes wet and clinging with tears. 
She tips over the edge easily, watching him flounder about, overstimulated as she keeps grinding her boot down against his cock. He moans softly, pathetically almost, worn out. He says her name again, nuzzling her sodden sex, licking at her gently as she just comes and comes. 
Heavy breathing in the tight and tiny room. Tartaglia cleans her up with his tongue as he always does. Wipes at his mouth as he stands on shaky legs, nearly falling over as if he’s been at sea for a month and just found land. 
“Sir,” she says, reaching out to steady. 
“Yeah, I’m—Gods, I needed that.” A pause. “You too, no doubt. I know I stress you out. Gotta give you something to keep the grays away.”
“Sir.”
“Okay, okay, I’m going.” Tartaglia pauses at the door, waiting until she’s dressed and decently presentable. His voice dips quietly as he says, “Um, thanks.”
Ekaterina punches his shoulder lightly. On his feet, he’s so much taller but she’s still the one with power. She holds this Harbinger in the palm of her hand. She reaches up and grabs his chin, sliding her thumb over his bottom lip. “You’re a mess.” A pause. “Pretty.”
They don’t kiss—they never will—but he pecks the pad of her finger sweetly before tugging her hand away. “I have paperwork to finish.”
The rest of the night goes smoothly, said paperwork in standard order. Ekaterina tries not to snicker when Tartaglia tries to hide the soiled wet spot on the front of his trousers anytime Vlad walks by. 
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rosenongrata · 7 months
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what i want the tsaritsa to look like vs what she'll probably look like
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npcdoodles · 1 year
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day 3
shes sooo crazy love ehr!!!!
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sinliszt · 2 years
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Childe, sighing: I miss Zhongli
Ekaterina: He’s just preparing for the Rite of Parting, he’ll be back soon
Childe: I know, but still…
Ekaterina: Childe-
Childe: Zhongli used to call me that
Ekaterina: Yeah that’s because it’s your fucking name
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oregano-gremlin · 1 year
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american healthcare by penelope scott is very ekaterina ok
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nuttytani · 2 months
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When your boss and his "friend" are too lovey dovey
Fandom: Genshin Impact
Pairing: Tartaglia | Childe x Zhongli
Premise: In which, Ekaterina makes the mistake of posting about her boss and his "friend", and the entire Liyue goes crazy
A/N: This is a social media au fic cross posted from my ao3! which you can read here
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Ekaterina . @ katyaaa  
My boss and his “friend” better hook up, or I’ll seriously kill someone. How is it possible to not notice the heart eyes your “friend” looks at you with, for like every time you talk??!?? 2 years. It’s been 2 years since both Master Childe and Mr. Zhongli have been dancing around each other. 2 YEARS!!!!
And just now… You literally won’t believe the level of PDA I had to witness. Mr. Zhongli lent his coat to Master Childe  because his official uniform is too “risque” and “insufficient” for Liyue’s winter.
It’s not even 9 am yet… I need coffee for this shit.
| Vlad . @ vladaddy
Replying to @ katyaaa
You’re not the only one. Sweet Tsaritsa, have mercy on us.
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Ekaterina . @ katyaaa
Update: He finally went out to have lunch with his “friend”. Thank archons. 
| Nadia . @ spynadia
Replying to @ katyaaa
You gotta admit, they’re pretty much couple goals, even without the dating. 
| Xiangling . @ cheflingling 
Replying to @ spynadia and @ katyaaa 
[Insert blurry image of two people, one with ginger hair and another with dark brown. The brunette looks like he’s feeding the ginger haired man. They’re both basically glue to each other’s side]
Awwe, look at them!! How cute! 
| Felix . @ felixis 
Replying to @ cheflingling 
Definitely did NOT need that image on my home feed and it definitely does NOT make me feel sour ass single pringle. 
| Ekaterina . @ katyaaa  
Replying to @ cheflingling 
What happened to something called privacy ? 
| Yunjin . @ operagrandis 
Replying to @ katyaaa  
Privacy went out the window the moment you decided to post about your “boss” crushing on his “friend” and vice versa
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Signora . @ thefairestlady 
Hey. @ katyaaa , dig up some more pics and info on the two idiots in love. Tsaritsa’s orders 
| Ekaterina . @ katyaaa         
Replying to @ thefairestlady 
What ? 
| Pantalone . @ theregrator
Replying to @ katyaaa and @ thefairestlady 
Don’t bother asking why, it’s strictly confidential. Oh and also, make it quick :)
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Ekaterina stares at her phone in horror as the notifications from her socials go blasting off every- freaking- second. Not to mention, the weird, suspicious and vague “mission” about digging more information on her boss and his “friend” 
Ugh. Why is she the one who has to suffer? 
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First thing Ekaterina does is to mute her socials. The constant pinging of the notifications started to annoy her and it might overheat her phone too. 
“-terina” 
She shouldn’t have posted about her boss. Worst decision she ever made in her entire life- well… not exactly the worst but definitely ranks up high somewhere in the regrets list. 
“Ekaterina?”
But to be fair, it was getting on her nerves recently, since Mr. Zhongli got very bold with his affection towards Master Childe recently, and well… her boss being the oblivious and dense person he is, hasn’t even noticed the advances, and instead he just shoots his “friend” an extremely blushy smil-
Woah —
Something- no - a pair of hands grab Ekaterina’s shoulders and shake the living soul out of her body. “Oww.”
“Katya! Come on! I’ve been calling your name so many times now. Where is your mind at?” Nadia, one of her colleagues and friend, stares at her with concern.
“Sorry,” Ekaterina replies, pushing her hair back. “Was thinking…”
“Is it the new mission?”
“Yeah.” 
She shoots Ekaterina a pitiful look before handing her a cup of coffee. “Better start the hustle then. Call me or the others if you need help. And boy, we have a lot of work cut out for us.” Nadia ushers her away to her office, “Go, go, time is mora. Don’t waste it.”
With that, the door to her office closes. Ekaterina places her coffee on the table and pulls out her chair, before remembering to check her phone. 
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Signora . @thefairestlady 
3 messages 
Pantalone . @theregrator 
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Back to regretting my life choices, I guess. 
It took about a week to stalk gather intel on Master Childe and Mr. Zhongli’s time together. Stacks of brown envelopes and manila folders, labelled as “CONFIDENTIAL : FATUI ONLY” covered the entire top of Ekaterina’s dining table (scouring over reports about a harbinger’s rendezvous with a funeral consultant during working hours would have been too much on the nose)
The mission became a joint effort between her and other agents working at the Northland Bank. It was found out on their first day, that it wasn’t an easy task observing their extremely lovey dovey targets… The PDA displayed by them was too much (it was lethal to the agents’ health to watch them longer than an hour).
As the mission is classified to be confidential, and specially ordered by her majesty, Ekaterina and the agents couldn’t take any risks to get information leaked about whatever the heck they were doing. So, everyone opted for hard copy reports which could be destroyed once it fulfilled its use.
But no one expected it to be a massive headache as Ekaterina and her colleagues went through each one of them.
“When will this end?! There’s too many,” Felix breaks the silence with a groan, then slams his head down on the table.
“I feel like I’ve already read the same report a million times now, just worded differently.” Vlad rubs his eyes with a heavy sigh. “Every single day, they eat lunch together at Chef Mao’s, go to Yun Jin’s plays, or sometimes to Third-Round Knockout and finally crash at either one’s home for dinner, did I get that right?”
“You’re correct, except for one thing. Everything and everything is paid by Lord Tartaglia,” Felix responded, seemingly recovered from his exhaustion. 
Everyone hums in union. 
To be fair though, the mora used by Master Childe on his outings weren’t really his, but Lord Pantalone’s. Hell, even Ekaterina would exploit 9th Harbringer’s mora (if she had a higher standing in the fatui, of course)
“Lets not forget these.” With the most deadpan expression, Vlad tosses pictures of the “dates” their boss and his “friend” had, but many many cropped pictures of Master Childe’s chest framed perfectly by his leather harness, stood out from the stack.
“Who took these?” and “Why?” was left unsaid amongst them all. 
Nadia choked suspiciously on air just then. Nervously shifting her eyes around. 
Thinking to save her friend from embarrassment, Ekaterina tries to change the subject. “Ahem, anyway, since all the reports are basically the same, let’s just summarise it.” 
“Umm something along the lines of … Master Childe is a sugar daddy for Mr. Zhongli and they act like a married couple?” Felix says while rubbing his chin in deep thought. 
“Let's… At least try to rephrase our wording, not so straightforward.” Vlad smiles, or at least tries to. 
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Childe . @ tartaglia
Why did I receive an emergency summon from her majesty? 
| Signora . @ thefairestlady
Replying to @ tartaglia 
Idk, you probably did something. Again. 
| Pantalone . @ theregrator
Replying to @ tartaglia and @ thefairestlady
Only one way to find out. 
| Lumine . @ thebettertraveller
Replying to @ tartaglia 
GL, I hope you don’t get your ass kicked. 
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Ekaterina . @ katyaaa
Phew! Mission successfully completed and with a generous reward too! I’m glad all that stalking of Master Childe paid off. 
| Childe . @ tartaglia
Replying to @ katyaaa
You were spying on me? Don’t tell me this is the reason why I’ve been summoned… 
| Ekaterina . @ katyaaa 
Replying to @ tartaglia 
Spying ? hahaha what spying ? I don’t know what you’re talking about :DDD
| Felix . @ felixis 
Replying to @ katyaaa 
You’re so fired. Stupid ass. 
[ insert facepalm GIF ]
| Childe . @ tartaglia 
Replying to @ felixis and @ katyaaa 
Oh don’t worry, you’re both in trouble, and so is Nadia and Vlad ;)
| Ekaterina . @ katyaaa 
Replying to @ tartaglia 
Please have mercy, my lord! 
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Meanwhile, in the privacy of Zhongli’s home, an elegantly written note addressed not to Zhongli, but Morax, materialises right in front of him.
 “You shameless old dragon, get your broke ass to Snezhnaya now! We need to talk” 
Never in his life did Childe feel as nervous and scared until today. He was shaking in his boots as he looked back and forth between her majesty and Mr. Zhongli (alternatively Rex Lapis, as he just found out… but that can be discussed later). He didn’t think that he’d get summoned by The Tsaritsa nor did he expect Mr. Zhongli, who was supposed to be in Liyue doing his job, to be invited to her majesty’s garden for tea.
Tea? Nope this isn’t tea, this is basically an interrogation session! 
“Now, let me get this straight. You gave the boy a pair of marriage chopsticks and he accepted it?” Tsaritsa raised her teacup to her scowling lips slowly.
Hold on, wait a minute… Marriage chopsticks? 
“That is correct–”
“And you thought that my youngest, born and raised in Snezhnaya would understand the meaning behind this act? You didn’t think this through did you, Morax? How embarrassing, I suppose Barbatos is still right, you ARE a stone blockhead.”
Mr. Zhongli coughed discreetly to disguise his embarrassment, before taking a sip from his cup, “Now please, Tsaritsa, there’s no need to chastise me for it.” 
“I must, with how you shamelessly court my youngest Harbinger without my knowledge.” Tsaritsa’s eyes narrow down at Zhongli, like a mother ready to scold.
Childe watches the entire exchange in shock– courting ? Mr. Zhongli and courting ? Just what in Celestia is happening ? He must have looked like a dumbfounded monkey, staring at them, until her majesty’s words interrupt his inner turmoil.
“Well,” she says curtly “Has the wedding date been set? If not, I shall take care of it.”
Sputtering and hacking on his tea, Childe replied, “W-What!??”
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“Lord Tartaglia! Congratulations, we heard you’re getting married–”
“My my! What good news! I can feel the tears of joy in my eyes already”
“How shocking… It feels as if just yesterday you were but a little boy running around the palace”
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cromahi · 1 year
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✉ “Lidia seems rather inconspicuous, but she is a good assistant in Fatui affairs. You know, in Snezhnaya there is a saying: "die, but do it." I think she took it too close to her heart." - Ekaterina
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◆ Lidia ‧ Blizzard's Mournful Song
◆ Regular Fatui mage
◆ Cryo
◆ Clausa Grimoire
Lidia is my Genshin Impact OC who I created somewhere around 1.1 update. I made fake screenshots of her being in the game by drawing over existing screenshots to see how her design will look like in actual game.
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ofcassiopeia · 3 months
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(elle fanning, she/her, 24) announcing [ EKATERINA MIKHAILOVNA ROMANOVA ],the [ DUCHESS ]of [ RUSSIA ]. people would describe them as a [ KING ], maybe that is why they are [ FOR ] the kingdoms working together. they remind me a bit of [ PRETTY TEACAKES, SMASHING OF CHAMPAGNE FLUTES, BELLYACHES FROM LAUGHTER].
STATS:
name: ekaterina mikhailovna romanova ( Екатерина Михайловна Романова )
age: twenty four
birthday: may 2nd
gender / pronouns: cisfemale . she/her
sexual orientation: heterosexual
languages spoken: english, russian
inspiration: catherine the great (the great), anastasia romanova (anastasia), kujou sara (genshin impact)
PHYSICAL:
scars: none
height: around 5'4
eyes: blue
hair: blonde
PERSONALITY:
zodiac: taurus
moral alignment: chaotic good
mbti:  enfp
emotional stability:  8/10
positive traits: loyal, playful, hard-working
negative traits: hot-headed, patriarchal, stubborn
BIOGRAPHY (constantly adding to):
if anyone was the symbol of "mother russia", it was ekaterina. forever proud of who she is and where she comes from... everything she does, is for her country and family; if it benefits them, it benefits her. which is exactly why she is for peace, if not between kingdoms, then for the people of russia.
the only person she holds above her country and duties towards it; is her older sister, asya. she adores all her family members of course, but sisters have a special bond. they have similar ideals and morals.
ekaterina is the kind of royal that will gladly give up her life of luxury to better her people, she will encourage them. if allowed; she would be on the front lines of any battle, throwing away her gowns and crowns. that is what it means to be russian, after all.
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ncrthlandbank · 1 year
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No matter what your business may be, Northland Bank can always be the first to meet your banking needs. Just  ♡ or ↺ this post if you’re interested in opening an account!
NCRTHLANDBANK. A mutuals only portrayal of the employees of Northland Bank; Ekaterina, Nadia & Vlad from Genshin Impact. CARRD  ||  INTEREST CHECKER
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ferdvonvestra · 1 year
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If You Marry Me, Would You Bury Me? Would You Carry Me? (To The End?)
🌸 Read on AO3 🌸
Tags: M/M
Fandom: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
Relationships:Tartaglia | Childe/Zhongli (Genshin Impact), Tartaglia | Childe & Zhongli (Genshin Impact)
Characters:, Tartaglia | Childe (Genshin Impact), Zhongli (Genshin Impact), Baizhu (Genshin Impact), Qiqi (Genshin Impact), Il Dottore (Genshin Impact)
Zhongli/Tartaglia, Alternative Universe- Modern Setting, Hurt/Comfort, h/c, Implied/Referenced Torture, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, alternative universe, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, implied/referenced zhongli and baizhu are exes, they're still on good terms though, someone give Tartaglia a hug, Depressed Tartaglia | Childe (Genshin Impact), Mental Health Issues, zhongli and Tartaglia are engaged, Il Dottore is probably ooc, I don't really know anything about him, Apologies, Northland Bank (Genshin Impact), Mentioned Ningguang (Genshin Impact), Possessive Zhongli (Genshin Impact), Title from a My Chemical Romance Song, Song: To The End (My Chemical Romance), Comfort/Angst, Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Swearing
Zhongli’s coupe snaked through the parking lot at the Northland Bank. Winding through the various parked cars and valet staff spotted across the asphalt, the anxiety that had been coiling in the pit of his stomach grew tighter. Each car that he passed was distinctly not the eleventh harbinger’s powder-blue convertible.
Zhongli banished the thought. Childe said he was here, so he was here. It didn’t do either of them any good to have Zhongli skulking through the parking lot, and probably drawing attention from the bank’s expansive security detail.
Looping back to the main driveway, he pulled up to the valet station and stepped out of the champagne coupe, quickly exchanging the key for a ticketed placeholder, and walked up the short stairs to the main door.
— — —
“I have some news you won’t like” Ajax mumbled against Zhongli’s cheek, pressing an apologetic kiss to his temple.
Zhongli gave a hum of disapproval, languidly stretching and shifting on the mattress, pulling Ajax tighter against his shoulder.
“I’m going to be gone for the next few days, work stuff. I’d wiggle out of it if I could, but it looks like they actually need me.”
“Where are you going?” Zhongli whispered, half asleep.
“I’m staying local, actually.”
Zhongli’s gaze met Ajax’s, a budding confusion showing in his expression.
“What do you mean?”
“I have an assignment at the Northland branch here in Liyue, but they’re having some higher-ups come in, and it’s going to be nothing but politics and policies for a few days. Between keeping up with my with my actual work and the sheer amount of political jockeying I have to do, Ekaterina said to just plan on passing out on one of the couches in the back every couple days.”
“They torture you” Zhongli huffed,  closing his eyes and snuggling even closer into Ajax’s side.
Ajax’s expression iced over, guilt stabbing through his chest. He already hated lying to Zhongli, but the poetic irony of his lover’s declaration almost made it feel worse somehow.
———
“I’m here to see Tartaglia”
“Name?”
“Zhongli”
“I’m sorry, he doesn’t have any public appointments scheduled today, are you sure you’re here to see the harbinger?”
“I don’t have an appointment “ Zhongli replied, “it’s urgent and I couldn’t get ahold of his direct office.”
“I’m sorry, but unfortunately I won’t be able to schedule you for a walk-in meeting today. If you’d like I can set an appointment later this week-“
“I’m his fiancé” Zhongli interrupted “it’s a family emergency. I need to see him.”
“…I, one moment.”
Zhongli fidgeted with his engagement ring as the receptionist dialed an extension and waited for the line to pick up.
“Hello? Yes, I have a visitor for Tartaglia. Yes I- I understand however I have an unusual situation-Sir, what would you like me to do about- one moment.”
The receptionist held out the telephone to Zhongli with an apologetic smile.
The building worry threatened to suffocate him as he took it.
“Childe?”
“Hi sweetheart-“ by Celestia, he sounded tired, “what’s up?”
“You’re okay” Zhongli sighed with relief, Even though he’d tried not to think about it, he knew how dangerous Childe’s career was, and he had been fearing the worst.
“Yeah, I’m okay” he chuckled, “I’m at work, why wouldn’t I be?”
“I was just… worried. You haven’t answered my calls in a couple days and I was worried-“
“-shit, I’m so sorry!” Childe interjected, “fuck, I left my phone at my desk and I honestly haven’t been back to check it, by the Archons, I must’ve worried you sick-“
“It’s okay” Zhongli insisted, “You’re okay and that’s all the matters. You are doing alright, my love? You’ve never stayed this long at Northland, I’m concerned.”
“I’m fine, really “ Childe replied “a little more tired than usual, I’ve been going pretty much non-stop the past… what has it been now, four days? I lose track of time in here.”
“Where are you, Childe? I thought you said this was all meetings.”
The dull buzz of the telephone hung in the air.
“I.. I’m here at Northland, truly Zhongli, I know you’re worried but I’m just working away from my office.”
“Your car isn’t here” Zhongli replied.
Childe was faster to cover the second time “Ekaterina must be out, she sometimes takes the car to run work errands or pick up lunch-“
“Can I see you?” Zhongli pleaded “Just for a minute or two, I won’t keep you long, I just- I need to know you’re okay.”
Another pause.
“I… one second-“ Zhongli heard the soft thump of Childe’s palm covering the other end of the call and his muffled voice. He couldn’t make out what Childe was actually saying, just the timbre of his voice. He didn’t recognize the muffled reply Childe got, but his heart sunk at the agitated tone.
Zhongli heard more thumping as Childe adjusted the phone again,
“I’m sorry I worried you, of course it’s okay for you to see me, would you give the phone back to the receptionist? I’ll let her know it’s okay and someone will take you back- I’ll see you in a minute, okay? I love you.”
“I love you too” Zhongli barely registered handing the phone back to the receptionist, or the short conversation she had with Childe before hanging up. It was all he could do just to still his heart and not bolt through every hallway until he found Childe himself.
— — —
“You know, despite your incessant whining, taking a break isn’t going to make this any easier. In fact, it’ll actually most likely delay my research, we’ll probably have to reset at least the last hour’s worth of endurance testing-“
“What the fuck else was I supposed to tell him, Dottore?” Childe snapped back, “thanks to you I’ve been gone nearly a fucking week, and if you would’ve given me, I don’t know, maybe two minutes to check my phone in the past forty-eight hours, we wouldn’t even be fucking dealing with this-“
“Whatever you need to tell yourself to feel better, it’s not improving my research”
“Shove your research up your ass- and clean this shit up,” Childe gestured wildly to the blood-covered blades, blunt weapons, syringes, and various research equipment that was scattered about the room, “you think a phone call is bad? I don’t think even you want to know what’ll happen if he sees all this.”
Dottore stared back at Childe with what could only be described as a malevolent smile as Childe wobbled to his feet and limped out the door.
How in Teyvat was he going to fix this, he thought. Catching his murky reflection in the metallic hallway wall, he could see the maroon and purple gashes and bruises that mottled nearly every inch of exposed skin.
Wincing as he made his way down the hall and into his office, he prayed that he at least beat Zhongli and the receptionist to the room. He needed every available second to try and come up with some rational explanation as to why he looked half-dead.
Panicking, he quickly pulled a spare coat from a nearby closet and shrugged it on, hoping to cover as much of the damage as possible. He tugged at his pant legs to try and cover his bruised, broken ankles, and quickly summoned a small orb of hydro energy to try and scrub as much blood as he could from his face.
He barely had time to lean against his desk and feign relaxation before a very worried Zhongli was ushered through the door.
“Hi Xiangsheng-“ Childe was instantly silenced as Zhongli flung his arms around his neck. It took everything in him to not scream out in pain from the agitation to his various injuries, locking his jaw tightly and burying his face in the crook of Zhongli’s neck to hide the fact that his eyes were watering against his will.
“What’s going on?” Zhongli pulled back, gingerly resting his hand on Childe’s shoulder and absentmindedly toying with the end of his hair.
“It’s work” Childe soothed, willing his jaw to relax and forcing a weak smile “you know how it is.”
Zhongli’s eyes flickered to the top of Childe’s head,
“You’re bleeding-“
Pushing his hair off of his forehead and thumbing over his scalp, Zhongli frowned at the blood picked up by his fingertips.
“Will you please tell me what’s going on?” Zhongli begged, “You look exhausted, for some reason you’re wearing a coat in the middle of spring in Liyue, you haven’t talked to me in four days, you seem like you’re avoiding something, you’re clearly injured with no obvious cause, please- just, let me in…”
Zhongli cradled Childe’s face in his hand, his troubled expression softening as Childe leaned into his hand,
“I want to be there for you” Zhongli murmured, “even if there’s nothing I can do to help, I’m worried, please.”
Childe sighed as he hung his head forward, his temple leaning against Zhongli’s collarbone,
“Alright… I wasn’t lying when I said I’m stuck in meetings, that was at least the first day. There’s this… researcher- well, he’s really a doctor but that’s not the point-“
“A doctor?” Zhongli asked
“I think, that’s what he calls himself anyway- besides the point, he’s here for research, and… research with, me, specifically.”
“…Elaborate”
“The Tsaritsa, the other harbingers, basically everyone in her majesty’s service know about my… qualities, let’s say, from my time in The Abyss. But, beyond a surface level understanding and examples from my time in battle, nobody really knows the extent of what I can do, not even myself, to be frank, so there’s a doctor, here, on the Tsaritsa’s orders, researching my particular case. It’s happened a few times before, the past few days has been… endurance testing”
“Endurance…?”
Childe sighed, “it’d…. It’d be easier if I just showed you, I don’t want to get into the details, just… promise you wont freak out, okay?”
Slowly, Childe pulled away from Zhongli, rolling his shoulders with a small wince, he carefully shrugged off the hastily-grabbed coat, letting it pool at his feet as he unfastened his uniform top.
“…Ajax”
Childe flinched, avoiding Zhongli’s eyes,
“Really, it looks worse than it is-you and I both know I have above-average stamina, this was just… seeing how far it would go.”
“Ajax, look at me.”
Childe met Zhongli’s gaze with guilt tearing at his core, quickly morphing into genuine fear as he saw the barely restrained rage in Zhongli’s expression.
“What exactly was the goal here? I’ve seen corpses that were in better shape than you right now. Was the plan to just torture you to death? Let enough blades slice into you until you succumbed to blood loss? Beat you unconscious to see how many times you could take it before you didn’t wake up?”
“I have a duty to the Tsaritsa-“
“What would’ve happened if I hadn’t come here?”
…Childe didn’t have an honest answer to give him.
Zhongli slung one arm under Childe’s shoulder and tilted to carry most of his weight,
“We’re leaving-“
“I’m still not done with the research-“
“Drop it.”
Childe shuddered at the burning rage laced through Zhongli’s latest statement. He was quite afraid of Dottore, and even more afraid of what the Tsaritsa would do when she found out he disobeyed a direct order, but both paled in comparison to the sheer terror he felt at hearing that in Zhongli’s voice
— — —
“Qiqi, forceps, please”
“Forceps”
Childe hissed in pain as the shrapnel buried in his ribs was wiggled around and out of his flesh. Slowly, every bit of embedded weaponry was meticulously outlined and fished out of his skin. It’d been at least an hour and a half and he still wasn’t done.
That wasn’t even considering all the other categories of injury still to be addressed.
Zhongli’s hand ghosted gently over Childe’s, rubbing small circles into the iron-tight grip his knuckles had on the bed railing.
“Thank you again, Baizhu.” Zhongli said, “truly, I’m beyond words.”
“My pleasure” Baizhu replied “I must say, I’m fascinated that you’ve not only managed to not succumb to your injuries, but also still somehow stay conscious. If you wouldn’t mind, I’d be interested in researching-“
“Absolutely not” Zhongli said coldly. Seeing the surprised look from both Childe and Baizhu, he sighed
“I apologize, I mean no disrespect, that simply is not a possibility.”
“It’s no matter” Baizhu said breezily, seemingly ignoring the suppressed whine from his patient as he pulled a particularly tight suture “I’ve already made quite a few discoveries just in this work so far.”
“Lovely” Childe hissed through gritted teeth, earning a sharp frown from Zhongli.
“I should warn you” Baizhu continued, “While I have no problem respecting your privacy, I am required by oath to report this to the Qixing; the amount of damage I’ve assessed is clearly criminal assault.”
“Consider it done” Zhongli replied “I will be discussing this with the Tianquan Ningguang myself.”
“Xiangsheng-“
“This is not up for debate.”
“Can you just-“ Childe groaned as he sat up a few centimeters, earning a firm push to the shoulder from both Baizhu and Zhongli “think about this for a second?”
“It has already been decided.”
“For just a moment” Childe said, “think about the political implications of that; for one minute, honestly.”
“What part of criminal assault are you not understanding-“
“So the Qixing get involved, yeah?” Childe retorted “even if they make a private investigation, word will get out that Liyue is making a direct accusation against the Tsaritsa; at least the leaders in Mondstat will find out, if not the general public of Teyvat.”
Childe sighed, head pressed against the pillow and massaging his temple,
“Think about how anyone in the Schneznayan service is going to react to that. Both  countries have sacrificed too much- you have sacrificed too much for an active conflict to start over me fulfilling my duty-“
“-I need to step out for a moment” Baizhu interrupted, “Qiqi, please fetch three rolls of gauze from the store room.”
“Gauze.” Qiqi repeated softly as she walked around the foot of the bed and out the door, her lilac braid trailing lazily behind her. Baizhu’s footsteps echoing across the tile behind her faded into a suffocating silence.
“…My love-”
“Don’t-“ Childe interrupted, “please, don’t make this harder than it has to be.”
Zhongli inched his chair closer to the bedside, watching as Childe screwed his eyes shut, angrily swiping his knuckles across his tear-stained cheeks.
Archons, he was in so much pain.
“My love…” Zhongli carded his hand through Childe’s damp hair, “What you have gone through, is completely beyond your duty to the Tsaritsa. While your loyalty is undeniably admirable, you don’t have to do this-“
“-I owe her my life-“
“I am owed your life as well-“ Zhongli argued.
Childe blinked back in surprise, confusion written across his face.
“I made a promise to share the rest of my life with you,” Zhongli’s free hand coming to Childe’s cheek, “share, Ajax, not sit idly as you risk your life again and again-“
“-you know me” Childe interrupted, his voice tight with unshed tears, “you know who I am, you know what I am… You know how this is going to end, how I’m going to end-“
“Stop” Zhongli interrupted “I will not hear a word of this. You deserve kindness, Ajax. You deserve a chance to live a normal life-“
“Nothing about this is normal” Childe murmured, “nothing about me is normal. My entire life has been one freak string of luck and if you’re looking for normal then I’m sorry but you picked the wrong person-“
Zhongli’s gaze was drawn to Childe’s hands, knotted in the white sheets, he watched as Childe fidgeted with his engagement ring, the ring sliding further and further down his finger as his shaking hands seemingly fought with his own mind about what he was even doing.
“Shh” Zhongli reached and took Childe’s left hand, gently flattening his palm and sliding Childe’s engagement ring back to its rightful place, “Baobei, look at me.”
Childe’s cobalt eyes, glassy and rimmed red with tears, met Zhongli’s steady, tawny gaze.
“I made a promise,” Zhongli said “to you, to myself, to Celestia itself, that you are who I am going to spend this life with. You, Baobei, wholly and utterly you, not the version of yourself that never went through your hardships that lives in your own mind.”
Childe hiccuped, fresh tears tracking down his face as his grip on Zhongli’s hand tightened.
“You are resilient, my love, not damaged, or broken. You have lived through things no one deserves to endure, that others could not endure, and yet you found your way to me.”
Zhongli pressed a soft kiss to Childe’s temple, feeling his beloved tremble slightly beneath his lips as the harbinger fought to breathe between shuddering, tearful breaths.
“I’m not going anywhere” Zhongli murmured against Childe’s skin, “I promise.”
Childe cried out as he threw his arms around Zhongli’s shoulders, burying his face in Zhongli’s neck and sobbing in earnest now. Zhongli held him steady, murmuring quiet nothings in Childe’s hair and wrapping both arms around his waist.
Zhongli had made peace with the fact that he could not go back and change the past. Archon that is was, it was a gift he still did not possess. Godhood, he found, was not ultimate power.
The future, however, he had decided, was his to mold as he wished. His ego had calmed with time, shifting from the War God Morax to Rex Lapis, the God of Contracts, before finally becoming Zhongli; the closest he had ever come to one of his mortal subjects. He had little want to transform the very earth and people upon it these days as he had in his youth.
Little, but not none.
As Childe clung, trembling, to his body across the cold metal of the hospital bed, Zhongli made another vow.
The “doctor”, would pay for what he did. The Tsaritsa herself would pay for her orders, and Zhongli would see it through as he lived his chosen life:
with his beloved at his side.
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Thank you so much for reading! I will admit, this one has been sitting in the drafts for a while lol. I wasn't quite sure where I wanted to go with it at first and I wanted to publish it after it was completed, rather than updating in segments. Kudos and comments are always appreciated, and if you're interested in seeing my other work, please check out my author page here on ao3 or any of my other platforms through my carrd! [https://ferdvonvestra.carrd.co]
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