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mermaidfanficlibrary · 5 months

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the SAGAU if only i could hold you through a screen was great :') would you accept doing a g/n one with the harbingers? if thats too many, maybe just childe and arlecchino if thats ok c:

If only I could hold you through a screen | Harbinger addition!

Characters: Childe, Arlecchino, Dottore, Signora

Summary: Self Aware Harbingers watch you cry, not sure what to do or how to help. All of a sudden you drop the line "I wish you were here with me."

Warnings: Reader is crying, possessive behavior, immense anger, violent thoughts, death, genshin spoilers

A/U: Self aware genshin AU

A/n: Thank you so much anon!! I'm so glad you liked it! SO instead of doing all the harbingers I thought of doing the ones that I have been introduced too through the game! Yes I'm including Signora, so that will be during her battle in that one weekly domain gut wrenching 👍Also sorry if this is OOC

CHILDE

You staring at Childe through the character screen was off-putting enough for him. But then with tears streaming down your face? That was when he became deeply concerned for you. There was this anger bubbling inside him, he wanted to take it out on those that made you cry. He wanted nothing more than to be there with you to comfort you.

He started to do his idle where his bow shows up, resisting the urge to shoot something around him. You were hyperventilating, the tears overwhelming your eyes. He hated seeing you like this, he wanted to see your smile again. Your broken voice hit his ears as he put his bow away. He stared at you as you muttered to yourself.

“I wish you were with me…”

Your words shattered his heart. He didn’t think that you, an all mighty being, could be so vulnerable. And that fact you were so vulnerable in front of him, call him selfish, but he felt so happy that he was the person you could feel like this with. He just watched you cry, plotting the downfall of those that had harmed you. No one would get away with hurting a god such as yourself.

He calmed down as he saw you drift off to sleep. His eyes were dark with rage, as his gaze from your sleeping figure didn’t break. Your screen dimmed due to inactivity, and his body was stiff. There was only one thing in his mind. And that thought passed through his lips as you could slightly hear him in your sleep.

“Dry your tears, you will have a wonderful place here in the Fatui. You will be protected within the Tsaritsa’s care and mine too.”

LA SIGNORA

You were crying as you had the pause menu open. You thought you could handle this fight against Signoria again. You never liked killing her over and over again, it was too much to your already aching head and heart. She realized you had stopped fighting her, and she saw your crying state. Signoria wanted to go easy on you, hoping you’d just finish this already. She didn’t like fighting you, much like how you didn’t like fighting her.

She felt so upset that someone could have this power over you. Signoria couldn’t even think that you, an all mighty being, could be so vulnerable. She then felt the battle continue, figuring that you decided to push through your sadness. She admired you for the way you would push though. Then the words you screamed out as you continued the fight with her hurt her so much.

“I wish you were with me!

Her anger couldn’t be contained as flames came out of her dress. It was a lot more intense as you tried to beat her. She let you win, however, with one of your best times in her domain. She just hoped it would have made you feel a little better. She saw you exit, feeling so bad as she wished you stayed. She longed for you, and she watched you as you stood outside her domain.

And after you fell asleep, standing outside the domain, AFK she could still see you. She could see your sleeping, tear stained face. It hurt her knowing that not only fighting her made you so sad, but someone outside their world made you sad. She brought a hand up to the window as she just stared at the carrier of your actions. She muttered out to herself, hoping you heard her in your resting state.

“Even in death, I will try my best to protect you, all mighty creator…”

DOTTORE

You had been attached to Dottore ever since he was shown in the manga. He could feel your attachment even before the game released, even before his story in the game was shown. He admired you so much, and he hated that he had to turn everyone in Sumeru against you. His cutscene played, but he was intrigued when he saw you crying. He started to think that you were so hurt by his plot, by how the whole story quest was going.

He wasn’t far away after that cut scene. He stayed around, wanting to make sure you were okay. But he could only hear your sobbing, and he got closer, wanting to comfort you. The more you cried, the more he wanted to see you. The more he wanted you to see him and his comforting gaze, and it hurt him when you stuttered out of your tears.

“I w-wish y-you w-were with m-m-me.”

He found your stuttering crying voice cute, but he wanted to help you so bad. Dottore couldn’t bring himself to accept the fact that someone could make you cry. It hurt him when you said that you needed him when he wasn’t there. He wanted so bad to be with you, to comfort you. His mind went to crazy places.

He noticed you were falling asleep, letting the dialogue pause to let you sleep peacefully. He felt honored to see a god like you, fall asleep and be peaceful. He wanted to kill those that made you sad, made you cry like this. His mind was plotting as the screen dimmed. He muttered to himself, not wanting the others around to notice he was there.

“I will do anything to those that make you cry, wire their brains to worship you like the god you are.”

ARLECCHINO

You were so excited to finally see Arlecchino after the trailers and leaks from the community. But you felt so upset during the quest, you couldn’t handle not crying. As you were listening to her dialogue, you were sobbing. Arlecchino’s ears perked up as she heard your sad sobs. It shocked her that you, the all seeing being, could be this vulnerable.

She became more concerned the longer you stayed on her dialogue screen. She had just met you, but she had heard of you through word of mouth, since you were a popular deity that was worshiped all over Teyvat. But seeing you like this for the first time was new. You had trusted her enough, after one interaction, to cry in front of her. Then your soft sad voice spoke up and she was stunned.

“I wish you were with me.”

Her eyes widened when she heard your soft and sad voice say that. She wanted you with her, too, to be worshiped like the god you are. She had always fantasized of all the children of the House of the Hearth meeting you, as they all admired you. She set up a room for you, and she wanted you there more than ever. But there was this rage that someone did this to you, made you this sad.

She sighed as it seemed she would be stuck in this dialogue for a little bit as you fell asleep. She was content, though, seeing you now calm from your previous crying fit. She broke out of her pose to bring her hand to her chin, as she thought to herself. Her gaze was soft as she stared at your sleeping face. She broke the code once more as she spoke off the script.

“I wish I were with you, to wipe away your tears. Once you come here, you will be worshiped by all in the House of the Hearth.”

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anantaru · 1 year

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cw. prone bone, fem! reader, dom! pantalone, rough!!!!!

prone bone with pantalone, and, oh, who would‘ve thought? he has you where he wants you to be, without lifting a single finger. face shoved into the pillows and your pretty cunt apart, so you could take him— fragile below his entire weight, your poor pussy jammed and crowded, dripping with arousal— he mouths a line over your dewy neck while exploring the premonition of your body under his hot lips, coaxing out a shrill cry and his cock stirs at the vibrations of your sobs.

but— the shallow, guttural noises stumbling over his lips kept you drawn to him, spasming strong on his erection as another low groan eases right into your ears. pantalone tumbles into you with another rough push forward, his velvety tip nudging over your spongy walls way too perfect— way too, calculated.

"hmm, so that‘s where you want it?" pantalone cocks a brow, licking over your neck and shoulder until pushing himself off you, eyes glued to where you‘re constricting around him— drizzling wet and filled up, the sheer amount of your arousal that had been smeared and dried on the insides of your thighs and around your folds only indicated the evident— that the insatiable harbinger had been having so much fun with you, for an incalculable amount of time.

"a-ah, yeah," you fervently nod into the dampened pillow, mind foggy with lust, eyes criss crossed and lashes soused with tears, "right there, h—hah!" and stammer your fists into the mattress as you felt a sudden heavy weight forcefully push down on the back of your neck, closing his fingers around with just the right amount of strength to drive you into the bed.

"what a shame, it appears like you’re getting way ahead of yourself again."

pantalone clicks his tongue and you listen to him, ears pricked up, but he feels how you're nervously guzzling down the large globe of saliva in your mouth— eyes pressed together and your ass obediently perked up, "— because i didn‘t give you permission to speak." his roughened voice had made it impossibly more difficult— because it turned you on, so fucking much and you're shimmying your hips into his groin— impatient — squeezing him, walls hugging him, so he could please please please fuck you still.

#this was supposed to be a thirst but got way longer than i had originally planned it to be #pantalone smut #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #pantalone x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #pantalone x reader smut #genshin x you #genshin impact pantalone #genshin impact harbingers #pantalone x you #fatui harbingers

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themissinghand · 6 months

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i was wondering if you could do another story with the 12th Harbinger you created "brighella" if if remember. i really liked reading the two stories about her

Genshin Impact: Oh Hydro Dragon, What is Your Wish?

Summary: In which Neuvillette discovers a new Miracle Magician in town, one who brings joy and wishes to life. He learns that humans are complex beings and that human feelings can be delightful, to the depressing.

Or, you, as Tsaritsa’s proxy, Brighella, infiltrate Fontaine for the purposes of watching over Arlecchino, but a certain Hydro Dragon appears to be more fun than you thought.

Pairing: Neuvillette x GN! Reader

Note: Thanks for the request! Also, with the 4.2 update of the game out, how could I NOT write about it?

Warning: A bit of angst and betrayal, after all, everything is just a play, and you are all characters of a show.

Also, spoilers for Fontaine Archon Quest!

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The Opera Epiclese glittered with splendor as noble laughter and melodies echoed through the opulent halls.

A new talent has emerged.

A magician, not of mere tricks but of miracles, with the power to weave dreams into reality. The people of Fontaine, including the Hydro Archon Furina herself, and Ludex Neuvillette, were charmed by this mysterious enchanter.

“Tell me what you wish for, little noble child.”

But perhaps it was not just their show that caught Neuvillette’s attention, rather their genuine love for humans.

“I wish for you to heal my mother’s face!” A gasp echoed throughout the room with a mix of disbelief and mockery.

Indeed, all nobles and VIPs did not believe such a thing, but even with so much noise, Neuvillette could easily pick out what the magician whispered.

“Which one is your mother, little one?”

When the child forcefully pulled her mother to the stage, the noble lady already had a veil to cover her face. With the rumours circulating the room, it appears that the lady was burned badly in order to save her child from a house fire.

Due to such a bad burn and scarring, no doctor has been able to restore her original beauty.

Neuvillette did recall such a trial occur a while back.

“Shh, Shh. Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to ask everyone to quiet down. After all, you could only witness miracles if you paid attention.” Neuvillette watched closely, curious and attentive despite Lady Furina pulling on his sleeves and excitedly waiting for a miracle.

“Madame, please repeat your child’s wish. Only the person who wishes for it, may the miracle occur.”

Thinking of nothing of it, the noble lady repeated the wish outloud. The magician slowly drag one hand from one side of her face to the other, and right before everyone’s eyes, her burn had completely disappeared.

“W-What?” The lady touched her face with shock, then with gratitude, and broke down on the spot.

“Mom!”

“What did you do?!”

“That is a secret of course.” The magician out a finger on their lips.

“Thank you for helping my wife.”

Neuvillette was confused, he did not sense any use of a vision. He expected the magician to perhaps possess the powers of a dendro vision, after all, some of them could heal wounds.

But this…he had never seen such power before.

“Please, can I make a wish?” This gentlemen seemed like a middle-age worker, one who barely compiled enough money to enter the opera house for a show.

“Go ahead sir.” The magician ignored the nobles and beelined for the gentlemen.

“My house and many other homes near the sea was washed away with the large rainstorm last week, please...I wish for them to be rebuilt!”

Once again, despite the gentlemen pleading and even tearing up for a wish, the magician smiled gently and held his hand.

“Your wish is my command.” The magician handed him multiple unique keys, and looked at Neuvillette with a patient look.

“If Monsieur Neuvillette could lead this gentlemen to his house safely, there would be no doubt to my credibility.”

There was absolute confidence in their voice, and since everyone was looking at Neuvillette with such curious and pleading eyes, Neuvillette stood up.

“Alright.”

With a snap of fingers, Neuvillette felt the world shift underneath his feet. No, it was the shadows that engulfed a group of people to teleport them here.

In an instant, they had travelled from the center of the city, to the edge.

As promised, those who were curious arrived at the area where houses were supposedly washed away, but instead were brand new as if a disaster has never struck.

Neuvillette saw many people who cried at this miracle, and the gentlemen who made the wish immediately rushed into his own home to check everything.

"How? It was a wasteland just a day ago...how...you are a saint!"

When all the residents confirmed their house and nothing out of place, Neuvillette truly saw a miracle.

An entire village built with just a wish.

A truly great, but dangerous power.

When Neuvillette turned to find the magician, they were already gone.

The Miracle Magician.

A name that danced through Fontaine, and gained great popularity especially among the middle and lower class.

Neuvillette made it a mission to find you and talk to you.

It wasn’t hard to find you.

Where there are moments of joy and wonder, the Miracle Magician will be there.

You who stood at the center of it all, made others smile and grateful for everything you’ve done.

The people loved you for your miracles and kindness, and gave back with what they can.

Captivating outdoor performances that left Neuvillette enchanted, not just by the magic, but by the warmth and understanding that the Miracle Magician exuded.

The Miracle Magician was popular as they were desirable, for people of different status and desires approached them with good or ill intentions.

Neuvillette was not surprised by this developments after all, he’s seen many of these human emotions in court.

Relief, gratitude, sincerity, and love.

But also greed, envy, hatred, and distrust.

He may not understand them well, but he can identify them.

Neuvillette was worried at first, and watched you from afar in case of any crime to occur. However, little did he know that you were just as talented as leaving the scene without a trace, and you appeared right behind him.

“Hello, to what pleasure does the honorable Ludex Neuvillette have with me?”

“Who are you?” Neuvillette asks, looking down at the Miracle Magician with vigilance and curiosity.

“I am a Miracle Invoker. One who makes wishes come true.” Then with a mischievous smile, you extended a hand.

“What is your wish, Ludex Neuvillette?”

“I do not have a wish.” The magician was stunned briefly, before they withdrew their hand.

“That is fine too.” For some reason, the magician looked peacefully content with his answer. Sensing an unspoken initiation for conversation, the magician smiled politely at him.

“Would you like to go on a walk? I can foresee a lot of questions from you, Monsieur Neuvillette.” He nods.

“Follow me, perhaps our talk will be easier in a more private space.”

Both of you went to a nearby restaurant, where the owner immediately recognized Neuvillette, and gave the two a private room.

Little did Neuvillette know that this conversation was one of the most pleasant he’d had in decades. The magician began to share tales of distant lands, weaving narratives that spoke to the deepest corners of Neuvillette's ancient heart.

They were naturally an entertainer, one who dramatize stories and share them as if they were in a play. Neuvillette listened for the most part, enjoying their little act.

They shared stories that sounded familiar, and ones that were foreign, regardless, he found you as good company while he drank his water.

“Forgive me for being rude, but I haven’t gotten your name.” At the end of the two hour conversation, Neuvillette asked for this mysterious Miracle Invoker's name.

With a polite curtsy, and a tip of their flamboyant hat, they responded with a professional smile.

“I have no name, but if you must address me, you may deem me as a ‘Miracle’.”

What a strange name.

One who refers to themselves as their profession.

Neuvillette has many questions, but chooses not to ask.

As they spent more time together, the Miracle Magician became a confidant for Neuvillette. The dragon, who witnessed the passage of ages, revealed the weight of his solitary existence.

The magician listened, offering a sympathetic ear and a comforting presence. Neuvillette, for the first time in centuries, felt understood despite his lack of expression in his feelings.

“I am not a god as you may have assumed, Monsieur Neuvillettte. I am simply an existence that is created to make wishes come true.”

“Nonsense. Are there not requirements for a wish?”

“The only requirement is that the person who wishes is happy.”

“…you are lying.” A laugh, Neuvillette watches the magician break out of their polite demeanor.

“Oh Monsieur Neuvillette, what is your wish?”

“I do not have a wish.”

“I see. Perhaps one day you will tell me your wish.”

One day, after a long exhausting trial, Neuvillette stepped out for a stroll. He walked and observed as humans walked past him with their own stories to tell, and their own role to play.

A routine of his as rain fell from the sky.

“Hydro Dragon, Hydro Dragon, don’t cry!”

But why in this black and white world, were you here?

“Monsieur Neuvillette, why are you standing in the rain alone?” You who held a colourful and flamboyant umbrella quickly shielded him from the rain.

Startled by this unique predicament, he simply stared.

“Why…are you here?”

“I enjoy the rain.”

The magician smiled before extending a hand.

“Would you like to make a wish, dear Neuvillette?”

This time, Neuvillette didn’t respond to accept or reject your offer, but instead accepted your hand and chose to walk ahead.

Neuvillette held your hand like a gentleman, ensuring there was nothing scandalous that could occur from this action.

But he felt his heart beating harder than before, as if he had come alive again.

“The world is beautiful, isn’t it?”

The magician suddenly says, as they take down the umbrella. Colour came back to his world as if the curtains of the stage unveiled itself.

Sun rays appear from behind the dark clouds and people rush out to see a beautiful rainbow stretching across the skies.

“The Hydro Dragon must be happy!” A little boy exclaimed as he ran around happily.

“Monsieur Neuvillette, storms will come to pass, just as sunny days will turn to night. But what’s important is that you live now, where peace exists and people can be happy.”

The magician pulls out a blue rose from behind their back and suddenly slots it behind his ear.

With a cheeky smile, you kiss his gloved knuckles.

“I wish for your happiness, oh Hydro Dragon.”

Neuvillette didn’t know what this feeling was, a quite foreign one for himself, but he doesn’t find it annoying or worthless.

“Look! It’s a double rainbow!”

As days turned to nights and nights to days, Neuvillette found himself drawn not just to the enchanting magic of the Miracle Magician but to the soul beneath the illusion. The Miracle Invoker, with genuine kindness, had become a beacon of trust and solace for Neuvillette.

So why?

Why are you standing by the suspect’s side?

“Stand down, dear 11th.” In an instant, the Tartaglia released his transformation.

“Brighella?” Neuvillette heard the suspect whisper out your name, and he felt himself turning his hands into fists.

“The Miracle Magician?! Why, why are you here?!”

"Shh, shh," You hushed the crowd, a calming spell woven into your words.

You stepped forward, gracefully interposing between Neuvillette and Childe.

“What is going on?!” Lady Furina exclaimed, looking between Neuvillette and you with a bewildered expression.

“Now, since the true guilty party has been brought forward, and even Ludex Neuvillette himself deemed my friend innocent, is there a reason for this show to proceed? Does Foutaine’s justice perhaps leave the final verdict to a machine? If so, why would we need a trial in the first place?” You put a hand to Childe’s shoulder, and the man immediately relaxed, and looked at you with a happy expression.

You smiled, still in your new role that you’ve created for this very moment, and bowed.

Neuvillette, sensing the unspoken authority, hesitated.

“I wish for this trial to end peacefully, and ‘I’ to be forgotten by Fontaine.”

Neuvillette widened his eyes and rushed towards you, but with a sly look, you stopped him with your flamboyant hat, a forcefield pushing him back. A huge tsunami burst forth in the court with water rushed around you.

“You lied to me.”

You laughed slyly, your image as the Miracle Magician he’d always known slowly faded away.

“Who are you?” Neuvillette felt a sense of loss and grief, and even for a moment doubted himself and his ability to properly “judge” humans emotions.

“Hydro Dragon, Hydro Dragon, don’t cry.” A hand reached out to wipe under his eye, your voice was the same, though you had a mocking expression on your face.

“Oh Hydro Dragon, what is your wish?”

A portal appeared behind you, with Tartaglia pulling on your coat tail to signal you to leave.

“I wish-” You put a finger to his lips.

“To think I’d see such an expression on Chief Justice, the Hydro Dragon Sovereign himself…” A smirk rose to your face, paining him even more.

“That is what it means to be human.”

In an instant, the two vanished, leaving behind a bewildered courtroom. Neuvillette felt a headache, but when he turned around, Lady Furina was already leading the court with her dramatics.

And just as you wished, the “Miracle Magician” was no more, just as how Tartaglia was never part of the trial in the first place.

The Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale still revealed the verdict as guilty, just not to Tartaglia, but to the true guilty party.

Neuvillette picked up your hat, and held it tightly in his hands.

The next few days, it was raining harder than usual with Neuvillette’s figure disappeared completely from the public.

He watched every moment he spent with you in the rain, and the joy you brought to the people. He regretted not making a wish.

Now, no one in Fontaine knew you, and only he and Lady Furina recalled such a name.

"Brighella."

Neuvillette hoped to find you again, even if you were a lie.

Just like your name, you appeared like a “Miracle”, and disappeared like one too.

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flowercrownsanddaggers · 1 year

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I want to make a fic that's literally just—

Pantalone: I am a God of Wealth. I am the veins that push mora into Snezhneya. I am one amongst the twelve most powerful servants to the Tsarista and it is my will that—

Reader: *Easily demonstrates the highest levels of power* haha that's actually kind of fun

Pantalone:

Pantalone: that one. I want that one.

And I want that for every harbinger. All of them.

I want Fatui Harem for a reckless reader. Unfortunately, Darwinism didn't kill them off and now that's the Harbingers problem.

#genshin impact #pantalone #pantalone genshin impact #genshin impact harbingers #genshin impact imagine #genshin impact x reader #fatui harbingers x reader #fatui harbingers #fatui harbinger harem

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https-xiao · 8 months

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ft. harbingers x gn!reader

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it’s one thing having a secret relationship with one of the fatui harbingers, it’s another thing when you stop writing letters to them. wherever they are - whether it’s in snezhnaya or stationed across teyvat, you have always wrote letters to them to keep in contact. they don’t quite understand when you stop writing. had something bad happened to you in light of their job? the thought makes them choke on air, nobody knew you were together so why would anyone target you?

but that’s when they get stationed in your country and a fight breaks out in their midst thanks to that annoying blond traveler that they can’t seem to get rid of. they’re so auspicious, evading death whenever they meet it face-to-face and it becomes increasingly more frustrating every time they’re reminded of the awful blond.

cold eyes fall to you, wielding a weapon with blood splattered on your angered expression. wait… what? you’re not fighting on their side, you’re covering the back of that pest, even though you knew exactly their thoughts on them. why?

it can only be boiled down to that vermin spewing lies into you, painting their beloved image red in your mind as you come to loathe them. you spite them and the memories that you cherished so dear to your heart.

if you are the enemy now, they have no choice but to cut you down the same as every other worthless soul who stands in their way.

#harbingers ☹#genshin #genshin impact #genshin angst #genshin impact angst #genshin harbingers #genshin impact harbingers #genshin tartaglia #genshin scaramouche #genshin dottore #genshin arlecchino #genshin signora #genshin pantalone #i’m not adding them all #https-xiao

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eyesforahead · 1 year

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All on Pinterest. Capitano and Childe ARE NOT SHIPPED. Childe admires Capitano and that's it. DO NOT SHIP THEM IN MY COMMENT SECTION.

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rice-enjoyer · 2 years

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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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xeylea · 2 years

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ft my shitty editing <3

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-> One dark winter night a poor orphans life took a whole new turn when the Tsaritsa herself takes them in. You are placed under the wing of the Fair Lady. Though, after her unfortunate death in Inazuma - you inherit her place as the 8th Fatui Harbinger. As you are in charge of diplomatic relationship's with the other nations, you are placed under the protection of the Captain himself.

-> No gender or pronouns mentioned for reader! Capitano x reader with platonic Signora x reader! There's currently not much to work with so likely ooc! Capitano can be read as platonic or romantic! Fluffy with a sprinkle of angst!

Many within the Fatui and outside of it questioned your place beside the other Harbingers due to your rather gentle personality. Even though you had been raised by the Fair Lady herself, they still wondered if you were fit enough to replace her. Yet none of them dared to actually do anything other than ponder by themselves, as you were hand chosen by the Tsaritsa herself.

Supposedly, she found you by yourself as a young child. You were barefoot with barely any clothes on your back as you wandered the streets during the coldest winter yet, and she took you in. You were hardly the only orphan on the streets of Snezhnaya and while the Tsaritsa was benevolent - she must have seen something in you to take you in, as she could have just left you on your own or sent you to an orphanage.

She was even seen entertaining you herself on occasion when you were younger, a gentle smile gracing her features as she did so. It was a sight not many would be able to see, but those who did were stunned to say the least... Other wise you would always be seen one step behind the Fair Lady - La Signora. The Tsaritsa had requested that she take you under her protective wing, she would also guide and prepare you for your future place as a Harbinger.

The Harbingers did not question the Tsaritsa's decision to take you in. She must have had her reasons... They treated you with unexpectedly high respect and some were even kind to you. Signora or Rosalyne as you were allowed to call her, had always been kind and warm towards you. She truly was the best to take care of you, always guiding you with an encouraging smile. She was like a mother you never got to know and you a child she never had...

Thus, her death hit you incredibly hard. As a Harbinger or even just a member of the Fatui life was never going to be safe, unexpected death was rather common. Still, you felt she was taken too early... You had barely made it to adulthood and with her death - you were expected to take her place, just like that. While everyone showed respect to her, all were barely above acquaintance's with her. They wouldn't understand your pain, as you were the only one she opened her heart to after her lovers death...

She had taught and prepared you to become a Harbinger and a diplomat all your life. Thus, she set high expectations for you. She would teach you academics and take you with her on her missions all across Teyvat. You would witness and learn from her by watching her interact with high ranking officials from all kinds of profesions and status. She taught you well - but this was all so sudden! She had charm, charisma and power, while low ranking Fatui agents question your existence on a daily basis...

The Tsaritsa was aware of your fears and worries, so she took it upon herself to appoint the Captain - Il Capitano as your guard and guide... While he wouldn't question the Tsaritsa's orders, he was not exactly happy with this new arrangement. He was a Captain, not a babysitter. You were an adult and clearly capable of handling yourself with the rank of 8th Harbinger - even if it was inherited the Tsaritsa must have seen you fit for the role.

Even still, orders were orders. If the Tsaritsa saw him as the best person for the job, then who was he to disagree... You would do all the work and he would just need to stand by your side, vigilantly watching over you and securing you during your travel. His tall and looming frame did it's job to intimidate all those around him, showing the strength of the Fatui and his battle skills were something to behold. Those who dared to try harm you would be dealt with swiftly, he wouldn't let a bruise or even a scratch land on you while under his protection.

He was promised it would only be for the beginning anyway, and he didn't find you repulsive or that annoying to make it an unpleasant arrangement. Actually, he didn't really mind your company. He did think you to be naive with your kindness towards others, but he found himself liking that about you. You stood out from everyone around him - especially his fellow Harbingers and people under his command. It was a welcomed change.

He didn't even mind you rambling on and on about trivial matters or whatever happened to be on your mind. Just the same, he didn't mind if you said nothing at all. Just being by your side made him feel the warmth of your personality. He wouldn't talk much himself - not unless he had something to say, but you would notice him become more talkative little by little. Starting with a simple good morning and good night, to even asking about your day with actual interest in hearing what you had to say.

During your travels you stayed in many hotels. He would always only rent one room with a king or queen sized bed, but only enter the room to inspect it before bidding you goodnight and leave to guard you outside your door for the whole night... It took you some time for you to coax him to at least do it in your room since it was weird and the chair he would sit on - if there was any, was not that comfortable.

“Your kindness is touching. But I'm fine with this, I've survived worse than an uncomfortable chair.” He sounded almost amused...

“Let me put it this way then - what if someone was to attack me by coming through the window! You wouldn't be able to stop them, would you?” You crossed your arms, clearly proud of your argument.

“I sincerely hope you do not use this type of argument when negotiating with other diplomats... But I see your point. Very well.” He opened the door to your room and motioned for you to go in.

You did, with a pleased smile on your face as you did. He followed suit and locked the door after him. His attention was immediately brought to the windows ypu mentioned, while not impossible it would be difficult for anyone to climb through. You quickly disappeared into the bathroom to change, while he found a comfortable arm chair to sit on in the corner. You were right, this was much nicer than the wooden one in the hallway. You just better get used to him "checking on you" while you sleep, meaning he turns to stare at you every once in a while and you can definitely feel it when he does...

Over time, if you couldn't fall asleep he would take you on a walk around the empty city or countryside to tire you out. He never let down his guard however, the shadows were the best place to attack from after all. After your insistence of sharing the room though, he would simply talk to you or tell you of his past missions and battles to make you fall asleep. They weren't necessarily boring stories, but they did make you fall asleep rather quickly. Perhaps it was his voice and overall presence that made you feel so secure that you would fall asleep within moments.

When you next returned to Snezhnaya the Staritsa deemed you would be able to work with your subordinates as guards as your life was not threatened by anyone during your trip. These were supposed to be happy news for you both, as you would finally be able to carry on your own task's fully. But the thought of parting ways after the time you spent together hurt, you had grown attached to him during the months spent together...

You both remained silent for some time, before Capitano simply replied, “Understood.”

Your eyes widened as you watched him simply walk away... You were at a loss, before remembering the Tsaritsa still waiting for your response. You nodded and mumbled a quick reply before hurrying off after the man. The sound of your hurried steps and breaths echoed through the empty marble halls. With him in sight you fully sprinted after him until you were able to reach out and grasp Capitano's long snow white coat to stop his movements. It worked and he slowly turned around to face you, rather startled by your actions.

“Yes?” He hesitantly asked.

“Please, don't leave me...” Your voice reeked of desperation as your eyes burned from the fresh tears in them.

Your vision became increasingly blurry from them as they threatened to spill down your redend cheeks and again, he was taken aback. He turned to fully face you before grasping the hand holding onto his coat, you let go reluctantly and turned your gaze down in embarrassment. Instead of dropping your hand and being on his way - he your hand tighter with his much larger one, yet not tightly enough to hurt you. You looked up to see him look around before pulling you to his chest, his other hand wrapped around your back to keep you close. A gasp of surprise left your mouth, but you hugged him back anyway.

“I won't.” He said in a quiet voice, only loud enough for you to hear.

This is so long, but I absolutely loved writing it! I recommend checking out the artist who drew the picture above, this isn't the full picture and it's so good <3

Btw there's over a hundred of you guys following me now so just thank you all! I'm glad so many of you like my writing enough to actually follow me! (~￣³￣)~ ♡

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olibabart · 2 years

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he's so fine it's not even funny

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watatsumiis · 1 year

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Social burnout/exhaustion series - Capitano edition

Honestly almost any time with Capitano would be some kind of 'quiet time', he is mostly a very quiet individual, a man who lets his actions do all of the talking. It's actually more of a struggle to get him to engage in a normal conversation (especially if it isn't to do with a subject he's interested in), so hangouts with him often end up with silently watching a movie together or engaging in some form of parallel play (he likes to read -- or on occasion engage in some low-key, quiet exercises like tai chi, maybe yoga, that kind of thing). I may be projecting here (which I think I'm allowed to because we know next to nothing about him and ive latched onto him like a remora fish), but i imagine that he actually struggles a lot with speaking aloud and socialising and will occasionally go non-verbal when he's had a particularly long or overwhelming day, so sitting quietly doing your own things works great for him.

He doesn't really hold any expectations or have any preconceived notions about how interactions with others should go, he just adjusts himself based on your approach and apparent mood. He's a lot more observant than he lets on and can quickly tell when you've had a rough day and need some quiet time. He's very chill in that regard.

Please don't repost, steal, copy or otherwise plagarise my writing!

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anantaru · 1 year

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— the fatui harbingers victory feast

a/n: this was supposed to be just a tiny headcanon but I couldn't stop typing.

important: i don‘t even know if they like alcohol, that‘s my personal headcanon for some of them lmao.

so from the new archon quest, it's mentioned that there‘s a "victory feast" and whether it was meant as a silly metaphor or an actual fact i‘d like you guys to imagine this:

imagine a harbinger gets back to snezhnaya with a gnosis in their hand, of course, there‘s a victory feast now to celebrate their new triumph over yet another region.

what a huge accomplishment.

additionally, bringing home a gnosis from another country will bring the tsaritsa one step closer to her ever so desired goal, hence why she'd throw a feast for her beloved harbingers.

the cryo archon, on the other hand, won't attend herself, the clear difference in authority shouldn't be interrupted, after all she didn't attend signora's funeral either. whether it was because she mourned her passing by herself or went to visit after everyone left is still unclear.

the costly, extravagant gathering will be held in the winter palace, respectably in the grandest room of it all with everything ready to be partaken over.

the decorations were bathed in brilliance for the memory, the lavish alcoholic beverages and big budgeted dishes leaving no place for imagination.

after the fine dining, it won't stop there though.

beyond everything, the alcohol will still continue to flow with everyone consuming the drinks and letting the priceless liquids melt within their taste buds.

aside from dottore of course, because, as a matter of fact, dottore doesn't drink.

it annoyingly fiddles with his oh clever mind and gives him a rough headache, he'd rather not participate in something as bothersome as getting befuddled and noisy.

essentially, pierro won't stay much longer either, he rarely attends gatherings and although this one in particular was of an important celebration, he'd soon after make his way back to his sleeping chambers.

yet capitano was a different story.

the fourth adored alcohol, more than anything else, almost as much as fighting a blood bathed battle, he'd gulp it up entirely while simultaneously partaking in a round of tcg accompanied by both pantalone and dottore.

mind you, dottore didn't drink, so it's actually painfully clear who will win each round since pantalone sure didn't hold back himself in regards of the alcoholic beverages and the waiters bringing a refill every five minutes, because capitano keeps beckoning them to get more.

can he stop ???

scaramouche will try to get drunk, to feel something, anything really.

(send help)

he'd get so annoyed and throw a bottle against the wall and then continues to watch the three battle it out within the card game.

don't be fooled though, we all know him, he'd give a snarky remark each time and pretends that he's the best tcg player although he never played before. (they don't need to know he doesn't understand shit about the game)

while those four overly loud and joyful harbingers, (minus dottore because he doesn't see the point in alcohol and scaramouche because scaramouche), tcg all their earnings away, childe will engage in a drinking battle with the knave.

of course, he doesn't trust arlecchino one bit, in his own words, "there isn't a sane bone in her body", but damn can she drink!

last victory feast she even won and continued to devour the bottomless amounts of alcohol while childe was about to pass out from it, pulcinella had to bring him home himself otherwise archons knew where the fuck he would've ended up in.

columbina will be by herself at first, indulging in sweet n sugary desserts before deciding to sit on the table where the three other harbingers were playing the card game.

pulcinella was preparing some glasses of water should one of them hit their alcohol limit and scaramouche proceeded to tell dottore each one of pantalone's cards because he cheated.

in a way it was interesting to columbina to watch them play, she grew curious too, she even listened to pantalone's somewhat reliable explanation of the game (excuse him he's drunk, he would've given a better explanation every other day tbh.)

marionette won't let anything unturned before she decides to ridicule and mock the amount of brass behavior practiced by her co-workers.

don't be fooled though, she will be humbled by scaramouche almost immediately when he reminds her that he is above her in rank.

how can they simply enjoy themselves when there's so much other, better stuff to do? her research was waiting for her and she began to fiddle with her fingers in stress, not knowing how she'd get away from them without anyone realizing.

after almost getting out of the feast, she heard childe, out of all the harbingers, tell her that she was boring for leaving. Ugh, how dearly she wanted to murder him right now, if her eyes were weapons he'd be long gone, her dangerous thoughts tinkering with ways to get rid of him.

with all said and done, she stomped towards the tipsy harbinger with an angered face to prove him wrong. What would a few bottles of fine snezhnayan liquor even do, she got it covered.

right? right ..

truly, she won't get drunk, not even after arlecchino dueled her for a match to 'which harbinger can drink the most' (the knave holds the winning title, not even capitano can reach that level).

so yeah in short, she did get drunk.

the victory feast will continue to go on all night, the first one to leave will be dottore because he honestly couldn't be bothered anymore and he was certain that he won capitano's entire salary of the whole month.

the last one to leave will be pulcinella after he got everyone out of there safe without one of them getting actual alcohol poisoning.

in conclusion, after this wonderful feast everyone will go back to their usual appointed duties, pretending such embarrassing night never even happened and for the first few days some of them will look at each other in a shy way and avert eye contact at all costs.

oh and, marionette still wants to murder childe for some reason.

until the next feast everybody.

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Genshin Impact: Queen's Guard Dog [2]

Part 1!

Summary: In which you are Tsaritsa’s closest retainer and servant, the one who is at the Queen’s beck and call.

You are Brighella, the Queen’s Guard Dog.

Or, the Harbingers treat you a bit differently, and you take advantage of that.

Pairing: La Signora, Scaramouche, Sandrone, Pierro, Tsaritsa x GN! Reader

Note: Part 2 and final part of this series, I won’t do other Harbingers since I don’t really know how to write them. Hope you enjoy!

Part 2 is slightly darker than part 1 in terms of themes, but nothing too serious.

Warning: Mentions of violence and toxic behaviors.

★・・・・・・★

To Signora, you are a sharp sword, a trusted ally on missions in service to Her Majesty Tsaritsa.

You've pledged your loyalty to the Tsaritsa, and with your streak of successful missions, there is no one to doubt your abilities.

Sometimes, there's a hint of playful teasing in your voice when you approach Signora, where you jest about treating her as you would to Her Majesty.

“My lady.”

When you bow before her presence, or when you knelt before her very feet, the power she feels is tantalizing, but who is she to deny?

Your offer, dangerous yet tempting, is nothing but a little gambit. It's clear that your loyalty runs deep, even if it means taking drastic actions to please Her Majesty.

Signora have heard the times where you were much violent and malicious, but even now the shadow of your past still lingers.

On her first and only mission with you, it was a moonless night.

You and Signora embarked on a covert mission together, cloaked in shadows and secrecy. Your destination was a den of conspirators who dared to defy Her Majesty Tsaritsa’s rule.

As you infiltrated their hideout, your sharp senses and honed skills ensured that you moved with deadly precision.

In the midst of this operation, Signora observed your ruthlessness firsthand.

“Why hello there.”

A snap, followed by screams.

Those who disobeyed Her Majesty's orders were met with swift and uncompromising justice. Your actions were as cold as the steel of your blade, leaving no room for mercy when it came to protecting the interests of the Crown.

Signora, who had witnessed countless battles and covert operations, couldn't help but be both impressed and slightly unnerved by your unwavering dedication. She saw the depths of your loyalty, the lengths to which you would go to safeguard Her Majesty's reign.

As you and Signora emerged from the shadows, victorious in your mission, there was a palpable tension in the air.

You had a gentle smile on your face, as if you were on a leisurely walk. There were no stains of red on you, maintaining your professionalism and elegance.

“Dear Lady, I hope I haven’t disgusted you with my actions.” You pull out a handkerchief and gently wiped the blood by her lips.

You leaned close until Signora pushed you aside while rolling her eyes.

But you were unfazed by Signora’s action, for you think they are cute and quite adorable.

Like a cat who likes to scratch.

A successful mission as always, and just like usual, you fade away in the shadows to be by Her Majesty’s side.

Signora couldn't help but ponder the dangerous duality of your character—a loyal and deadly weapon in service to Her Majesty Tsaritsa.

How frightening it would be if you were a double-edged sword.

To Scaramouche, you are a mask.

A mask that hides your true self.

A mask that you can put on others.

You play a unique role in his life, akin to that of a father figure.

You take care of him exceptionally well, providing support and guidance when needed. From the moment he joined, you were an inspiration, a listener, and a trainer.

Yet, Scaramouche knows your care is driven by pity. After all, he has told you many things (even when you told him nothing).

So what?

“My dear Balladeer.”

When he calls for you, you answer.

The Balladeer wears this knowledge with a smug demeanor, as if your special attention validates his worth.

“I would never betray you.”

The little head pats and the little nods. The cheeky little smile and the gifts he received.

“Happy birthday my little Balladeer.”

“Let this day be your birthday.”

With your special attention, it felt like a drug, something to keep him content in this dirty world.

You possess the remarkable ability to shapeshift into the very people he's encountered in his life, indulging in his elaborate fantasies.

“I’ll kill you!” Scaramouche cackled as tears flowed down his face, as a sword plunge deep into the Lord of Electro, Bal’s chest.

Blood spilled, but his laughter subsided.

Seeing Bal’s dead body brought so much pain but so much relief.

You brought him close to you in an intimate hug.

“Good job, my little Balladeer.”

Together, you both create a fake reality, one that you both know is built on falsehoods and pretense. It's a charade that you willingly participate in, if only for a fleeting moment.

A mask is easily put on, as it is easily taken off, you play this game of pull and push well.

But Scaramouche doesn’t mind, for he is too far in with this drug of yours.

But an illusion will forever be fake, and just like this relationship, it will never be real.

To Sandrone, you are a rose.

Something so beautiful yet deadly.

As the annual tradition went, Brighella entered Sandrone’s sanctuary of automatons, a place where gears and mechanisms whirred harmoniously, creating a symphony of mechanical marvels.

“My dear Sandrone. It’s that time of year again.”

“Brighella.”

Sandrone greeted you with a gleam of excitement in her eyes, for she had a unique fascination with you.

"I’ve been waiting for you," Sandrone smiled, her gaze locked onto you.

"You never change. I wish my automatons could be as pretty as you."

Her words were flattering, and as you stood there, she couldn't resist the urge to touch your face and body.

“You say that every time.” You responded and leaned forward to indulge her.

Her fingers moved with a delicate curiosity, as if seeking to understand the secrets of your agelessness.

From your eyes, to your nose and lips, she gently traced them with her hand.

With a sly smile, you decided to play along.

You took a delicate necklace from your pocket, and with a mischievous glint in your eye, you carefully tied it around Sandrone’s neck. As your fingers brushed against her skin, you leaned in closer, your lips almost touching her ear.

"Shall we take this elsewhere?" You whispered, your voice carrying a hint of playful suggestion.

Sandrone’s eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and anticipation dancing within her.

But how could she dare covet something that belongs to the Crown?

“Your Highness, I wouldn’t dare.” She says, though her hands drop to your neck, slowly tracing your collarbone as if she was a sly snake.

“A shame.”

You pull back with a cat-like smile, and she showed a face of frustration for a moment before dissipating.

“Now, shall we get to work?” You extend a hand, and she accepts it greedily.

“Yes, Your Highness.”

If only you could be her marionette, how nice would it be?

To Pierro, you are a candle.

“Do you seek revenge?”

A light burning so bright in his life.

Khaenri'ah.

Pierro remembers Brighella as a mysterious figure, yet a figure of power and privilege.

The Immortal, is what people called (worshipped) you as, and Pierro never understood why.

Until he saw the Immortal go against the Gods.

An indescribable, impossible scene of the battle of immortals.

But you fell from grace, as if the heavens were not by your side.

That was the last he saw you.

His light flickered and died.

At least that was what he thought.

In those tumultuous days, where he thought it was the end, you extended a hand to him, a hand filled with promise and a hint of mischief.

“The Immortal? But you perished?!”

With a wave of your hand in front of your face, you changed your appearance from a fallen warrior to a clean butler’s appearance.

“‘I’ have perished. But who says ‘I’ cannot be reborn?”

Brighella smiled, a smile that held secrets and intentions known to no one.

“My name is Brighella, won’t you come with me and defy fate?”

It was an offer of partnership, an invitation for Pierro to seek revenge together.

Who was he to deny?

Pierro, brave and determined, took that hand without hesitation. Pierro had never regretted that decision.

You two had a transactional relationship, a give and take as you will.

It may seem distant, but to the both of you, it was enough to get work done.

Time connects the two of you like a thread, and even if Pierro wishes to, he couldn’t stay away from you.

Because he was like a moth to a flame.

You who shined so brightly, and him who would protect your light. Taking on your tasks in secret and ensuring you have the best of everything.

Over the years, your paths diverged, and Pierro went through profound changes. Life molded Pierro into someone unrecognizable from the man Pierro once was.

Yet, you remained unchanged. Time seemed to have no hold over you.

You was the constant in Pierro's ever-evolving world, a mysterious figure who transcended the years.

Perhaps that was your role, to be the remnant of the past.

A reminder of their purpose and their reason.

And Pierro didn’t want that to change. Ever.

To Tsaritsa, you were like a mirror.

A mirror that revealed who she truly was beneath the crown and the title.

One who had traversed the world and learned of the dirty secrets just as she did.

“You called for me, Your Majesty?”

Tsaritsa saw not just followers but molds, reflections of a world that had shaped her reign.

Tsaritsa sat on top of her throne with elegance, her expression as cold as ice.

“Brighella, report to me on the Harbingers.”

You smile, one of professionalism and acknowledgement.

“Of course, Your Majesty.”

Out of all of her subordinates, you who have stayed by her side since eternity, are the only one she ‘trusts’ the most.

You were her shadow, her sword, her ever-vigilant guard dog, and no one else could lay claim to what was rightfully hers.

Not even the other Archons could dare to lay your hands on you.

“Your Majesty, may I?”

Tsaritsa returned a nod, and you quickly ascended the steps to her stone and knelt by her feet.

You glanced up, admiring the cold beauty of your master before lowering your eyes to her feet.

Tsaritsa never understood why, perhaps it was your shrewd nature or your hidden desire. Or was it your pursuit for power?

Even now, she could not fully comprehend your heart.

However, she has your loyalty.

Your loyalty was a pledge sealed with unwavering dedication. That was all Tsaritsa required of you.

A gesture that transcended words, you kissed her feet as a symbol of your eternal bond, a testament to the power of their connection in a world where power was everything.

“Your Majesty, I am your guard dog. Use me as you see fit.”

You smiled so brightly, only with her, as she is the only one that can understand you.

“I’ll bring the world down to your feet.”

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cheries-brainerotvent · 2 years

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Random Harbinger brain rot vent: Sleeping habits?

Pierro: Goes to bed late, he is a busy man. Though I’d imagine he tries his best to get some sleep, you can’t fight the fight - or so they say. If he has any routines it’s probably trying to do something to get his mind away from work even for a moment. Perhaps a cup of tea, a good book, or just silence to just be the man before he assumed the role of Pierro. Doesn’t move around much in his sleep, mostly can see him sleeping on his back. I wonder what the other side of his face looks like? Give it a kiss to comfort him, no?

Il Dottore: Does this man even sleep? You’d think he would be better at it what with being a doctor. Dottore most likely has developed some sort of anti-sleeping drug (or some such), yet he’s weighed the pros and cons of using it. On one had he can work for hours upon hours, but that might mess up his body, and if his body gets messed up then what if he can’t work? This conundrum probably furthered his cloning enterprise, he can sleep while they do the work! Though more often than not Dottore will be found passed out, thankfully nothing on fire in the lab, but he’s more than used to waking up over a desk, or the floor, always somewhere in his lab. No routine to speak of, if he had any it would be reading and doing research up until his eyes close shut. Sleeps on his side, and is a light sleeper, he has to be ready to fix anyone’s slip ups in the lab after all - my heart sings at the thought that perhaps he unconsciously holds a pillow as he is touch starved (ah my heart weeps!)

Columbina: As a songstress she has to be in tip top shape! Her vocal chords will get ruined otherwise! An extensive routine: skincare, baths, the softest pajamas and music playing at every turn. Music would either be live or records, or her own singing. Has a huge bed with some plushies, or dolls, or lots of pillows - or all three! Columbina would burry herself in the warmth, it would be difficult to find her if you just do a once over the room. She probably has a fireplace going all night long to keep the cozy-ness. Perhaps she lightly braids her hair to keep the tangles at bay?

Pulcinella: Goes to bed late, but not as late as Pierro, he knows better than anyone what that can do to your health - especially at his age. A relaxing tea with lots of honey, while other listening to music or reading - wouldn’t mind a late night visitor, nothing is better than chatting amongst friends before the day is done. Defiantly has a sleeping cap with a little fuzzy pom pom, has the bad habit of knocking his glasses off the nightstand when he wakes up (I have to put mine in a purse by my bed).

Scaramouche: Would take Dottore’s anti-sleep drug without even blinking. Too many bad memories lie in the field of dreams for him, gets more annoyed at them if anything, might get angry depending on what he dreamt about. As far as habits go, while he’d brush to teeth he would just head straight to bed - though if he finds himself wakeful perhaps he’ll people watch if he’s in a city, or gaze upon his surroundings. Would move a lot in his sleep before he gets comfortable, has to have a certain pillow or blanket. Silence is a must! He’d get annoyed with noise before bed and during sleep, he wants to just stop thinking for a moment.

La Signora: You wont catch her ever sleeping outside while on a mission, her underlings can go ahead and stake the target out in rain, snow, heat, or high winds. Signora will gladly spend her evening in finery - dining, pampering, enjoying time for herself (she’s living the dream). Will make sure her hair s braided for no tangles to be present come morning - only resting in the best inn/hotel room of course. Similarly to other Harbingers, Signora hates when she dreams, if she ever does - I feel like she knows when to suppress them, or is lucid enough to shut them down before they become a nightmare. Such dreams are little more than silly old memories that don’t matter anymore.

Pantalone: Like the other business oriented men of the Harbingers, Pantalone has had his fair share of late nights - though he’s the best at it .By order of most sleep depraved Harbingers amongst the gentleman from worst to fine it’s Dottore, Pierro, Childe(only cus if he has a bad dream it takes him a while to go back to sleep), Scaramouche, Pulcinella, Capitano and Pantalone) His routine would consist of final checking for any business - accounting, financial reports, debts collected etc. - If he finds himself without such reading material he may pick up a regular book, tries to find something to pique his interest. May or may not have a midnight drink, depends if he day was taxing or not, or if he’s just in a mood. (Oh but what if he shares his drink with you~ Via mouth to mouth *gasp*)

Tartaglia/Childe: Is the type to be able to sleep anywhere - comfy bed, the ground, a tree etc. and is able to fall asleep quickly to boot. This is all thanks to having to take care of his younger siblings, or at least wrangling them to get to bed on time. It’s all clockwork to him - much like a solider - quick shower, brush teeth, go to sleep. However sleep is a fleeting precious thing for Childe, memories of when he was in the Abyss come rearing their ugly little heads - he has trouble going back to sleep after that - being jumpy and just not wanting to relive it. When not dreaming of the Abyss he recalls happier times - before he was recruited for the Fatui - however if he has a lover then happier memories are present, or just comfort him to sleep such as: rub his back, run a hand through his hair, maybe sing a lullaby.

Il Capitano: His soldiers/other Fatui recruits swear he doesn’t sleep - it’s hard to tell with his helmet on all the time and everyone shuts down rookies who dare each other to sneak into Capitano’s tent - not that anyone has tried, or so they say.

Capitano sleeps fairly well when times allow, if he’s on the battlefield it’s not that he sleeps with one eye open - but rather he is a light sleeper by nature. He tends to power nap more than anything, but as any warrior knows you must rest in order to fight. In not doing so, it may cost you your life on the battlefield. If he finds himself back in Snezhnaya he’ll actually be much kinder to himself. You may find Capitano out and about taking a walk before bed to feel like he’s back home and away from strife - if the weather permits. If not then he’ll be at his manor (I’m sure all the Harbingers all have a lot of Mora if it wasn’t obvious already), perhaps reading (the books are so small in his hands) either war oriented strategic books and surprisingly tales of knights, Kings and Queens and princesses - though it’ll be quite rare if you catch him reading such a thing. I can see him enjoying some hot coco!

Sandrone: Amongst the fatui soldiers/recruits they too believe Sandrone doesn’t sleep, or she is at least in a similar case to Dottore - just don’t ever compare her to him in person if you value your life. Sandrone does work late on her automatons, and could work all night on them if she put her mind to it - but she has a robot at the ready to stop her/remind her. Unlike Dottore, she knows when to rest and come back to a project with a clear head instead of plowing through until you reach success to the detriment to your health.

Sandrone enjoys winding down before bed by having a bit of teatime, perhaps with just music or the crackling of the fire. She would read, but she’s been working all day and needs to rest her eyes. Similarly to Columbina and Signora, her quarters are comfy and with a complete canopy bed to block out any light - she’ll deliberately sleep in. She has full confidence in herself and her abilities that she can pick up where she left off immediately no matter what time she wakes.

Arlecchino: Rumors surround Arlecchino that are in the same vein as Capitano, though more fearful if anyone tries to sneak out at night to enjoy some time at the local pub - more often than not they get caught by the Harbinger. Arlecchino is raising and training soldiers, they need to stay on their toes at any given time. There is most defiantly a “Hell Week” in the Snezhnayan army (If you don’t know what that is, in the U.S Navy there is a whole week of where soldiers are awoken at ungodly hours and are pushed to the limit day in and day out, roughly for 20 hours a day) Arlecchino conducts this week herself instead of those higher - though below her - in the military ranks. Aside from that, she is like Capitano where she is a light sleeper and ever at the ready at a moments notice for battle.

Like Childe, her routine is simple as the soldier she is. Rinse and repeat of shower, brush teeth, bed. This routine is usually disturbed either by work manners, one of the other Harbingers need something, or she finds herself wakeful and without work. Like Capitano you’ll find her out and about, somewhat enjoying the lull of the frosted scenery and partially seeing the parameters of the vicinity. Letting her mind wonder from one topic to another. She might spar with the recruits/soldiers to keep her on her toes as well as tire her out before calling it a day. Is a fast sleeper, and you’d think she moves a lot around in her sleep as her hair is a bit of a mess but it just winds up that way.

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