#platonic fatui harbingers x reader
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Would u please do Arlecchino adopting a reader? I just want to be adopted by our dearest Arlecchino
warmth.
summary. arlecchino's warmth is quite an effective repellent for snezhnaya's everlasting cold.
trigger & content warnings. home invasion, gunshots are mentioned, a bit of violence in general, reader's parents are murdered (not by arlecchino) but it is non-descriptive and reader does not witness it.
tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. hurt/comfort, found family-ish. arlecchino & child!reader. 1.1k words. they/them pronouns used for reader.
author's thoughts. hehehehehe arle <3 i was supposed to write a fic featuring kafka (hsr) today in celebration of her coming home. Erm. yeah. That did not happen! clearly. /lh
It happened all too quickly.
It truly was a peaceful night, just like any other. The fire crackled on soothingly in the background, shadows dancing on the walls, and the warmth staving off the frigid cold that was all but characteristic of Snezhnaya's nights. Peering out the window would reveal the light, steady snowfall; typically, more blizzard-like conditions would be present, but perhaps the Tsaritsa was in quite a good mood that night in particular, for the snow was gentle in its falling and the winds did not rage on cruelly, biting and nipping angrily at any unfortunate person caught out in the middle of the storm.
Their mother hummed a soft lullaby to them as her calloused fingers, all thanks to years of sewing and hunting combined, rubbed up and down their back. Their father had been in the kitchen—cooking was a responsibility shared between their parents (and really, how could he have asked his wife to move when their beloved, sweet child was half-asleep on her lap? That was a /far/ too wicked request. No, he would not dare disturb theirs and their mother's peace).
...And in a split second, it had all come crumbling down.
Someone's weight was thrown against the door, causing a loud slam! to resonate within the walls.
Once, and their mother sprung up, jerking them awake with her motions. In their half-asleep state, they hardly understood what was going on as their father rushed defensively out of the kitchen with an axe.
Twice, and their mother gathered them in her arms before darting towards the back of the house—the absolute farthest end—at her husband's command. She rushed into one of the bedrooms, swiftly ripping the closet door open and pushing them in, insisting quietly that they hid among the pile of thick winter coats where they would not be seen.
"You just have to hide for a little, okay?" she murmured softly, deft hands pulling coats over their little body and face. "And remember—stay quiet, okay? Shh."
At the end of her sentence, she made a shushing motion with a shaky, trembling smile.
Perhaps it was her attempt at soothing them, but children are often not so easily fooled. The gesture did naught to calm their pounding heart. She had done her best to look certain and reassuring, but all it did was make them all the more terrified.
Their mother stood up, closing the closet door only slightly; it may look suspicious if it had been closed completely, she thought.
Then, she was gone, and they were left only with the company of their thoughts.
It was mostly quiet for a few minutes. They could vaguely make out the muffled sounds of talking—fighting, more accurately. It sounded angry. As if these invasive strangers were demanding something.
They choked back a sob as the walls shook around them due to the noise. A scream, then a gunshot, then another, and then silence.
Through the silence, they could discern the sound of wet slicing. Their heart dropped further into the endless pit of their stomach as they tried their best to curl further into themselves and the pile of coats.
Click, click, click...
Heels, gradually getting louder as their wearer approached. Someone was coming. Someone was going to find them.
It all happened far too quickly.
...And now, before them, none other than the Fourth of the Fatui Harbingers was kneeled. It was not hard for her to find them, not with all their shuffling and shaking and heavy, anxious breathing.
Interestingly, she was far less threatening than what they thought she might be. They didn't doubt that she had the capacity to be absolutely horrifying, but with them...
"You can come out now," she encouraged. Her tone could hardly be described as forceful; if anything, she was... suprisingly gentle. Patient, even, as she held out her hand invitingly. It was as if she were coaxing a frightened animal out from its hiding place. "There is no longer anything to be afraid of."
Still, they hesitated. "Where—" Their throat was dry with terror and their little voice trembled as it came out. With shaking hands, they moved some of the coats off of them. The Knave did note, however, that they clung to one particlar coat; it must have belonged to one of their parents, if she had to guess. Children clung onto sentimental items like that. They swallowed and tried again: "Where are my parents?"
"They are no longer with us. I am sincerely sorry. Had I arrived sooner, they might have lived."
A tremble shook their whole body—whether it was from the cold seeping into their house through the open front door (though the room they were in was a few twists and turns in a hallway away, the Snezhnayan cold was a unique beast in that it could turn a house frigid in a matter of seconds) or from grief, they could not be sure.
"Where..." They sniffled, hands balled into small fists as they tried to rub away the tears gathering in their eyes. "What do I do? I don't wanna be alone..."
"You won't be," Arlecchino said. "You will come with me. You will never be alone again."
All they could do was stumble out of the closet, coat held firmly in their hands and nod. Where else were they supposed to go? Furthermore, how were they meant to say no to a Fatui Harbinger? She was kind enough to offer to take them somewher, and truly, anywhere would have been better than the cold and lonely house in which their parents were killed.
Though, it was greatly debatable whether the Fourth was being kind or opportunistic.
At their young age, they couldn't wrap their mind around any ulterior motives she may have had. They could not so much as consider such a thing, not when she so kindly and tenderly took the coat from their hands, wrapped it around their shivering body, and hoisted them up into her arms. She radiated a warmth that they could not help but lean into, head coming to rest on her squared and confident shoulder. It was not so unbearbly cold when they were in her arms.
One might regard her mannerisms... parental, as if she had great experience with young children and their needs. It surely seemed so, considering how effortlessly and fluidly she handled them. It was like she had done it a million times before.
Indeed, it would not be surprising if that were the case.
Arlecchino hummed, adjusting their weight in her arms slightly.
Then, her nails softly raked over their head and through their hair. Her smooth, self-assured voice reached their ears with a command they could not deny or resist:
"Rest for now, little one."
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「 ✦ Fatui Harbingers x Signora's Sister! Reader, PART 3✦ 」
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Part 1 Part 2 Part 2.5 [Part 3]
It's highly recommended to read the parts in order, otherwise few things will make sense!
A/N ~ hey there, if you're following this story but haven't yet seen my pinned post, you should go and read it since it's where I'll update general stuff regarding the fic~
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Featured in this chapter, we have... a certain dubious duo?
Warnings: half-intentional ooc moments
Word count: 2.3k
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A week or so had passed.
It's not that you were complaining about this endless 'trial period', per se. Still, just going through piles of boring documents, day after day - any immortal being would've lost their mind sooner or later.
Half a millennium dulled all shine there was to a mundane life, so seeking out a bit of excitement was crucial for maintaining sanity. But even making bets with Childe wasn't thrilling enough (though it did come close!)
Without a drastic change of pace soon, you might have just gone feral.
And your colleagues were quite aware of it~ In time, you better believe they would've even stolen the Moon from the sky for you if you only asked for it, but nevertheless, first, you needed to prove that they could trust you.
The Fatui took immense pride in loyalty - yet yours was very fickle, and they knew it. But rather than allegiance, what your Harbingers seeked for was sign of your devotion toward them, something that exceeded the boundaries of professionalism and demonstrated... a much deeper level of trust.
"Was revealing the secret of this stupid Vision a mistake, after all?" a thought that had plagued your mind.
Well, who could say... but apparently, it had been worth it!
No one could really fathom Pierro's decisions, but it seems that after hearing you'd confided a part of your past to some of them, the Director had thought you'd proved yourself enough. And maybe it was because he knew you just a bit too well, having been there all those centuries ago.
But did this mean that all of them now knew of your little conversation with Scaramouche, Columbina and Childe?
Well, such a thought hardly occupied you.
Because more importantly, you were finally about to get (*insert an ominous fanfare*)...
Your very first field mission!
Good riddance, eternal paperwork~
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A sign of their trust, or... just another test?
You didn't care either way.
"Lady Harbinger," a Cicin Mage had bowed her after entering your office. "The Jester has assigned you to an official errand with Lords Ninth and Second. You are to rendezvous with them at the gates. Effective immediately."
And girl, you couldn't have bolted out of that room faster! It made the poor Cicins squeak in alarm. The mage only sighed while shaking her head, not sure that you'd come out of this one with your sanity still intact.
So, your bored prayers had been heard. But by the gods, or a devil? A field assignment with this specific pair of Harbingers had the potential to turn out chaotic beyond belief...
and you were all for it!
It was daybreak in Snezhnaya.
The early morning air was even more frigid than usual, making your grip the coat on around you tighter as you waltzed through the snowy yard. From a distance, you could make out two shadowy figures next to the gates of Zapolyarny Palace, their menacing auras unmistakable.
When Regrator and Il Dottore were working together, anyone even remotely involved had better be on their guard...
Lest they wanted to end up in horrible debt.
Or as a part of human experiments.
But the shady banker and the heretic researcher had failed to intimidate you, and they found such fearlessness quite... captivating.
As you got closer, Pantalone offered you a warm smile.
"Good morning, dear. Did you sleep well?"
"Hello... and no, *yawn*... it's impossible to get decent rest with these working hours. But," a smile made its way onto your lips, "I'm pleased to finally get to work outside of the palace~"
And with the two of you, it might just be twice as fun, a totally weird thought that you didn't voice out, and instead sighed:
"Though, at the cost of skipping my yummy breakfast pancakes..."
You took a bite from the frostbitten, red fruit in your hand. This earned a chuckle from Dottore.
"No, no, you won't get sufficient vitamins from that. How about trying the special pills I gave you? You'd help me with my research while you're at it, too..."
"I'm afraid your experimental supplements might end up turning me into a slime."
An apple a day hardly kept this doctor away. But much to everyone's surprise, you seemed to know how to handle his eccentric personality and... the segments. Even Scaramouche was impressed by this.
"Don't you look rather young today, Zandik?" you questioned with a hint of playfulness; a habit you'd picked up from Damselette.
The Doctor only replied with a smile, gently sweeping away a few snowflakes from your hair as if admiring a most precious specimen (no objectifying here, Dottore's just being Dottore~)
This one seemed to be of the more reasonable segments, if such a concept even existed - though regardless of the form, you were really quite fond of their antics.
Pantalone, too, was a difficult person in his own way, knowing how to both frustrate you to no ends, and yet make you feel so endeared.
As usual, the banker seemed just a bit too amused by everything.
That, and he found you adorable.
"Hehe, I must admit that dealing with the two of you off-duty is always rather delightful~ but we ought to leave duly," he stepped forward and offered you his hand. "After all, we wouldn't want to be late on Y/N's first mission, now would we?"
Dottore mimicked his gesture. "Indeed, off we go."
These two....
But on that note?
"Dare I ask," you raised an eyebrow, "what the mission might be?"
They only smiled at you - Pantalone while adjusting his glasses, Dottore with his expression half hidden by that asymmetrical mask, and both in a suspiciously mellow way.
You frowned. Pierro had definitely been up to something when sending you on a nameless errand, and with this dubious duo, no less...
and you were quite enjoying the suspense!
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Three Harbingers waltzing through the snowy streets, a dozen of Fatui agents following close behind, was a slightly unnerving sight; one could only wonder who had wronged the infamous organization this time, and pray the lot wouldn't fall on them.
Someone sure was out of their luck today.
You tried to ignore the not so subtle gazes the citizens threw you as you walked past them, though understanding their curiosity.
It was the first public appearance of the rumoured 12th Harbinger, after all.
Feeling a bit self-conscious, you tried to distract yourself by focusing on the scenery. It had been over a month since you'd last set foot outside the palace grounds, but Snezhnaya's beauty never faltered...
At some point, you got a bit lost in thought.
Dottore's lazy comment, however, caught your attention.
"Now then, I've heard some interesting things about that Pyro Vision of yours…"
Pantalone smiled, as if oblivious.
You sighed. "Well, that's unsurprising. From Scaramouche, I reckon."
"Tsk, you have so little imagination." The Doctor clicked his tongue. "Then, allow me to ask you... How long do you think the oldest one of my segments has been around? Or, how efficiently all these clones are capable of gathering information? Or, how much more I can figure out just by knowing a few things about you?"
"Such roundabout hints~"
"What he's trying to say, of course," Pantalone chimed in, "is that the Second Harbinger has many... unconventional ways of finding out what his curiosity desires."
You sighed, "and he shares everything with you, because why not?"
As expected, more or less.
It was granted that your secrets were never going to remain hidden from them forever, and frankly speaking, you didn't care. Pierro was already aware of every scandalous detail there was to your past anyway, so was there a reason for you to be so reticent about it?
Well, certainly not anymore...
but it was still a tad too early to completely let your guard down either!
A weird silence filled the air for a while, probably making the lower ranks behind you a bit uncomfortable.
But since Pantalone and Dottore didn't pursue on the topic, you thought, 'why should I either?'
Yet they obviously expected you to.
"Then," you sighed, giving in, "I assume you want to ask me about something? My Visions, plural, no doubt."
Pantalone patted your head, "Only if our little Harbinger wouldn't deem it prying."
"That's exactly what it is, but by all means, go ahead."
Knowing both of them were exceedingly shrewd characters, manipulating others so effortlessly, they could easily lead you into a trap here.
But somehow, they always did so gently enough not to hurt you.
They would never hurt you.
"Ask away, I suppose?"
Pantalone subtly gestured the Fatui agents to put some distance between them and the three of you - was it courtesy, or perhaps... protectiveness? Either way, it would prevent bothersome rumours about your past from spreading any further, so you gave him an appreciative smile.
Dottore was walking leisurely with his hands behind his back, giving you sidelong glances.
"Then, tell me, Y/N - why do you think Celestia grants Visions so heedlessly? Why is it that even some of the strongest individuals never receive one?"
The vapor from your breath formed clouds in the cold air as you took a few deep breaths before answering.
"Well, I can only speak for myself? I've always been quite ambitionless and ran away from all my problems rather than facing them. So, thinking back, I never should've received a Vision in the first place, fake or not."
You sighed, "Rosalyne, on the other hand... I think she had every right to receive a blessing from those crafty deities. She was assertive, gifted - yes, a bit of a diva at times - but somewhere beneath lied a gentle soul."
And here you were again, talking about her; she haunted you when she was alive, and haunted you as dead.
Pantalone raised an eyebrow. "My, I've never heard anyone say such things about the Fair Lady?"
Dottore, too, seemed reluctant to accept these praised you directed at your sister, as he'd only seen her as a shallow, crude woman.
"Don't get me wrong, though," you commented, "she was no saint..."
"But?"
You shrugged, "...but nor was I."
The two Harbingers had quietly moved closer to you, now walking on your both sides - you only noticed this when their arms slightly brushed against yours.
"After my father created this... thing and gave it to me, and how I greedily accepted it, I always wondered if we had angered the gods so thoroughly that they didn't grant my sister a Vision out of pure spite."
Pantalone brushed a loose strand of hair from your face.
"Perhaps... you shouldn't be so merciless toward yourself."
"I'm not. Rosalyne and I were very similar, after all."
Dottore raised an eyebrow. "How so?"
"We both wanted what we felt we deserved - power, attention... acceptance. I don't know whose yearning was the greater one, but neither one of us settled for any less. So, I tied a manmade Vision on my hips, and Rosalyne left to study the art of liquid fire in the Akademiya; the divine refused to acknowledge us, so we searched for our due elsewhere."
Pantalone stroked his chin, seemingly amused. "Well... what a pair of blasphemous sisters?"
"But," the Doctor chuckled, "what you did surely made those self-important gods grit their teeth in frustration. I find such heresy quite commendable. Bravo, truly~"
"And then you went and became a Fatui Harbinger," Pantalone sighed. "Poor Celestia..."
You didn't know whether to laugh or cry at their comments.
"Though, I am curious about one thing," Pantalone continued. "You said Celestia 'rejected' you, yet here you are, with a bona fide Cryo Vision? Isn't that a sign that the gods did, in fact, accept you?"
It was something you'd been wondering ever since that day as well...
And the lamentable conclusion was this:
"Perhaps Celestia just took pity on me. Or, perhaps a real Vision was intended as a warning."
"A warning," Pantalone smiled eerily, "for what reason exactly, my dear?"
To keep your mouth shut?
To not cross such lines ever again?
And yet... "That's a story for a later time," you told them as well, smiling.
Dottore and Pantalone were adept at concealing how they really thought and felt about things, so you couldn't quite decipher their reactions to your cryptic words.
Still, a fleeting sentiment had flashed across their faces - resentment, perhaps. Not toward you, though.
Suddenly, they both stopped walking.
You took a few steps more before noticing and stopping as well, glancing at them over your shoulder.
"Well, would you look that? Time flies so pleasantly with Y/N around." Pantalone checked his pocket watch. "It seems we're here a bit early."
...and where was 'here', exactly?
It looked like a small, secluded village, somewhat. There were no proper houses, just some dilapidated cottages and cabins, and only a few of them. The people outside, wearing clothes way too ragged and light for this type of weather, had quickly fled inside once seeing the Fatui had arrived.
You knew there was a lot of poverty in rural Snezhnaya, but this was... well, it reminded you of the times when you'd struggled to get by as well - memories you'd rather never have had brought up again.
Dottore mumbled something about "these ones" being "too malnourished for test subjects" as he walked past you.
Pantalone had also went ahead with his subordinates, discussing some questionable economics that apparently concerned this place.
But you lingered behind them for a moment, lost in thought.
The people here have surely lost enough, so why choose to bring themselves even more misfortune by getting involved with the Fatui? I understand humanity less and less with every decade that passes...
Just now noticing that you hadn't followed them, the two Harbingers strode back to your side.
You quickly hid any remnant of hesitance from your face, giving them a smile.
"Time to prove myself, no?"
Dottore chuckled, "You don't seem too anxious about your first field mission, my little Harbinger, even though you don't know what's waiting up ahead..."
"Well," you sighed. "For the Tsaritsa, and all that... you know? And I reckon I've faced worse anyway."
"I'll ask you to elaborate on that some other time~ On a similar note," Pantalone mused, playing with your hair softly, "we all saw something in you that day, at the funeral, and it seems... you won't disappoint us?"
You shrugged, "We should hope so."
And with their arms loosely linked around yours, the two Harbingers started leading you toward a particular cabin...
(to be continued)
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FAMILY (OF SORTS) — Platonic Fatui Harbingers & reader.
i. SUMMARY: The Fatui Harbingers have a soft spot for Arlecchino's child.
ii. CONTENT WARNINGS: None!
iii. NOTES: STRICTLY PLATONIC, headcanons, fluff, parent!arlecchino, house of the hearth!reader, all of the harbingers are reader's weird aunts and uncles, gn!reader, they/them pronouns used, 1.6k words.
iv. A/N: the fatui are just a dysfunctional found family and i will die on this hill. shoutout to @romaritimeharbor for listening to my rambles about this idea 🫶🫶 also pierro and pulcinella aren't here because i could not think of anything to write for them :')
All of the harbingers knew about Arlecchino’s child; the one that appeared in Fatui Headquarters stuck to her side, eyes cast to the floor. They all saw the way that Arlecchino had held a soft grip on their shoulder, guiding them through the halls with the gentle touch of a parent from the gentle hands of a monster.
The Knave always swore she didn’t play favourites, but from an outside view it was clear that they held a special place separate from the rest. Anyone could see the way they appeared so much more frequently by her side. They were permitted to sit in on meetings, following her like a shadow. Some of the Harbingers guessed that she had picked them to be her successor; that their frequent shadowing was training them to take over once she was gone. Others joked about Arlecchino’s apparent soft side taking over. Whatever the reason, time went on, and the Fatui saw more and more of them.
All of them varied in their opinions of them—some indifferent, some fond—but the Harbingers all cared for them in their own ways.
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Columbina simply adores them. They’re just so small and cute, so tiny and fragile! Admittedly, her idea of ‘tiny’ is rather skewed—applying to anyone she deems weaker than her (notably, this label also gets given to Capitano and Tartaglia, despite their larger size and physical strength. The Damselette is truly an enigma.)
Whenever Arlecchino allows her to watch over them, she is delighted. She has a penchant for pet names, so ‘angel’, ‘my sweet’, and ‘lovely’ are all more commonly used than their name. Sometimes there’s a ‘baby’ or ‘bub’ if she’s feeling particularly affectionate, but no matter the name, it is always dripping with sweetness. She’ll sing to them too, to calm them down or get them to sleep. Her voice is gentle, laced with as much love as she would show her own child.
Some Fatui believe Columbina is a woman formed from hollow sweetness; that behind the lazy smile and soft voice, lies a callous and unfeeling heart, but her insistence on singing them to sleep comes from a place of genuine affection.
When they have to return home, she’ll kiss their cheeks and sweep them into a hug, making them promise to visit her soon.
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The fact that Arlecchino would tear out his throat with her bare hands if he dared to look at them the wrong way is the only thing stopping Dottore from roping [Name] into one of his experiments. Even then, he can’t help but investigate them a bit. Nothing extreme—please put the knife down, Knave—just some simple trials to see how they work. A quick strength assessment, a test of their reflexes, enough to judge the effectiveness of the House of the Hearth’s training.
The segments all had different opinions of them, varying from Prime’s general indifference to some of the younger segments fondness towards them. The latter were less likely to try to trick them into the lab—not that Arlecchino would allow them anywhere near it without strict supervision—and instead focused their efforts on convincing them to help mess with the rest of the Dottores. They proved to be an excellent partner in crime to thoroughly ruin the older segment’s day.
Despite his assertion that he won’t harm them, Dottore tends to be the one Arlecchino trusts least around her child. His unwillingness to get on her bad side doesn’t stop her from insisting Columbina or herself accompany them whenever they visit his lab.
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Tartaglia loves them. The days he gets to see his siblings are few and far between, so he’s always eager to play the older brother for them, and for any other House of the Heath kids that stop by. In fact, whenever any of the children visit, he makes sure to buy them plenty of sugary treats and candies before quickly sending them back to their Father.
(Arlecchino was not happy the first time this happened. It didn’t stop him from doing it every time, though.)
He was the first to convince them to call him Uncle, a feat that he bragged about to the rest of the Harbingers. This small incident would inadvertently lead to a petty competition to see who their favourite is, an event that would quickly spiral out of control with bribery and promises coming from all sides.
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Sandrone is very particular with who she allows in her workshop. When the rare guest was allowed inside, they had to follow three simple rules: do not touch anything, do not move unless I tell you to, and do not talk to me while I work. When [Name] first stumbled into the room, she was prepared to discourteously shoo them out the way she did whenever Tartaglia poked his head in to see what she was working on. But after some extensive begging, she relented and sat them down in a corner to watch her work.
Even if she is far less fond of them as some of the other Harbingers, she still audibly squeaked the first time she was called Aunt Sandrone. This was covered up with a cough, but nothing could stop the warmth blooming in her chest. It was the first time a living creature had addressed her with such a familial title; some of her synthetic creations had a habit of calling her Mother, but this was a living, breathing person.
After they started calling her that, she quietly told them they were free to visit when she was working—provided they did not interfere with anything.
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As much as he denies it, Scaramouche has a big soft spot for kids. He’ll swear up and down that he doesn’t care for them at all, but he treats them noticeably gentler than he treats any other member of the Fatui. Arlecchino once caught them huddled against him, using his wide-brimmed hat to shelter from the rain. She never let him forget that moment—the fearsome Balladeer, who notoriously never let anyone close enough to touch him, allowing her child to use him as an umbrella.
They remind him a little too much of the young boy he once considered his family. Whenever he spends time with them, there is something inside that both urges him to protect them in the way he couldn’t protect that child, and warns keep them at arm’s length before they betray him too. But his endearment towards them prevailed, and he begrudgingly allowed them a place in his heart.
Unlike Columbina’s affectionate pet names, the only nicknames Scaramouche gives them are ‘kid’ and ‘brat’, depending on his mood. On good days, they might even get called by their name, though it is a rarity. He cares for them, truly. In his own, strange way.
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Capitano is the best at giving advice out of all the harbingers. He is much more down to earth than Columbina and Dottore, and far less cynical than Scaramouche and Sandrone. He’ll let them ramble about their frustrations freely before offering gentle suggestions on what they should do to help. Even if they aren’t looking for a solution, he’s patient enough to hear out their thoughts, however jumbled and incoherent they may be.
He also likes teaching them skills he deems important for a young person to know. These include cooking—Tartaglia is not allowed to join them in these lessons after he almost burnt down the kitchen trying to ‘help’—as well as sewing and mending clothes.
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Pantalone never would describe himself as parental. He never cared too much for kids; he hadn’t enough patience to deal with constantly crying babies or needy toddlers. Arlecchino’s child was thankfully far above that age, so they were less unbearable to deal with.
He was quite happy to spoil them with extravagant gifts and treats to win their favour, but the most effective way he does so is simply spending time with them. Trips to luxurious restaurants for lunch, allowing them to shadow him while he works. He also likes to give them advice—completely unasked for—about life, and relationships. Unlike Capitano however, his advice is of a much less helpful; he has a habit of advocating for blackmail for solving problems.
In exchange for a box of the most expensive pastries in Teyvat, he got them to call him their favourite uncle in front of Tartaglia. The miniscule dent in his funds was worth the look of betrayal on the younger Harbinger’s face.
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Signora easily took the longest to warm up to them. When she first met them, it was easy enough to label them as Arlecchino’s brat and move them from her mind. But they kept appearing, in and around the headquarters. At first they were always glued to the Knave’s side, but eventually Signora began to see them wandering alone through the halls. She took note of them—not out of any attachment to them, only out of self-preservation knowing that if Arlecchino found out her child landed themself into trouble while she was close by, it would be her funeral soon.
The sense of obligation faltered when she started to grow fond of them. They were irritatingly innocent, a rarity within the Fatui. Something about the spark in their eyes reminded her of when she was young—when she still had warmth in her heart and blood in her veins. For the first time in centuries, her frozen heart began to thaw with care towards another person, and begrudgingly, she began to accept that they were not as unpleasant as she once believed.
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Fatui x fem!Creator ft.platonic Pulcinella
@tea333love:Hi, can you write an order? You can write about cult! Sagau fatui harbingers, who found out that creator performs in theater in Sneznaya (imagine that there is a theater in Sneznaya) and one day they decided to go to performance of creator and we're amazed by elegance of dance and can you write what happened then? (Fem! Reader and she is 18 years old). (Romantic fatui harbingers, plantonic Pulcinella).
(La Signora, Childe, Scaramouche, and Arlecchino are in this becuase I can, also spoilers for Scaramouche and La Signora lore)
You have been performing in theaters across Teyvat ever since Yun Jin saw your dancing. At first it was just Liyue, but soon word spread of your skills. At this point everyone knows that you're the Creator, and combined with your skills, it was only a matter of time before other theaters around Teyvat wanted you to perform on their stage.
When it reached the harbingers that you're performing in Snezhnaya, they just had to see you perform. So with the help of Panatlone's money, and their status as harbingers, they got premium seats.
The legends and art of Snehznaya painted you as a motherly, mature figure (a milf). Your titles in Snehznaya was королева сверх жизнь, Queen above life, or simply королева, queen.
Your appearance was discribed to them, but it never said how old you were. When the curtains lifted and you were in full view under the lights of theater, you were dressed in traditional Snehznayan ballet outfit with a white under bodice, purple outer bodice, dark blue skirt, silver accents, and red shoes. You were decorated with stage makeup and costume jewelery silver in color with fake moonstones and rubies. When the music started, so did your dancing.
From their seats, they could see how young you looked. Pulcinella seemed to have his focus torwn between you on stage and a few members of the audience. While most of the audience looked at you in awe and respect, a few held... less than respectful looks. Some members of the audience had the gall to look at you with a hint of lust.
The music started slow, you at first only moved you hands. You moved elegantly in tiem with the music. It was like you were in a trance, your yes were open but it looked like nothing was behnd them.
When the performance reached it's end, the theater filled with applause. The harbingers were in awe, they wanted to know you better. Each of them had their own goals in mind. They left theater, planning a time to meet you face to face.
The next morning you are escorted to the palace and to the meeting room of the harbingers.
After that night, your visit lasts a month, in that month a lot happens. Your time is split between all eleven harbingers, so let's get into that.
Pierro
He is a bit cold at first.
It's not because he doesn't like you, he loves you and but he is emotionally constipated
when is finally able to talk to you, he is watching his words as to not offend you
He is stiff, cold but very knowledgeable
He will take you to the palace library, after stealing you from another harbinger
In the library he sits on the couch closest to the fire, sits you in his lap, and then he starts reading to you or telling you stories from his younger years
He will give you his huge ass jacket, rejctibg the jacket is not an option
Il Capitano
He is the silent bodyguard to you, I will hear no arguments
He cares about you, but unlikey Pierro, who is emotionally constipated, Capitano just doesn't know how to properly show his love for you
If you show an interest in military history, or weapons, or anything like that he will teach you whatever it is you want to know
When the more... unsavory folks approach you he just stands silently behind you and stares
They leave, running as fast as they can
That night at the theater he was entranced by your skills
He would ask for you to dance, only for him
Dottore
He is curious about you
We've seen how he is not opposed to performing human experimentation so with you, a supposed god, he has many ideas
He wants to see how far you can go
But, he also wants to know why you "made" certain things
If you say you don't know or that you can't remember, he'll use that as grounds for making you drink "something to jog your memory"
He sees you as a wealth of knowledge that is all his
He does not care about you as a person
He is not allowed to be left alone with you
Colombina
She loves you
You're the picture of beauty in her eyes
Her and La Signora will team up to pamper you
Will sing you to sleep, you just have to ask
She fell in love when she saw your dancing that night, so like Capitano she will ask you to dance for her
I think she has a baking talent, I.. I don't know why she just seems like she knows how to bake
you will be her taste tester for her baking
She cuddles you to sleep, naps, or anytime she wants to
Arlecchino
I...I don't know where to start
She knows you're a god, but she sees you as weak due to your age
She keeps up her calm, sane persona around her
Another person who is not allowed to be alone with you, but she oftens sneaks you out with her
She loves you, like a person loves a favorite possession
She allows the children at the House of the Hearth to interact with you
She kind of feels something in her cold, dead heart whenever you interact with the children
She only allows people to look at you. No one can touch, speak, breath, or even be near you with her around
She teaches the children to snitch on you or distract you if you try to leave without her
Pulcinella
OH MY GOD!
The second he sees you, and sees how young you are
He is now your unofficial grandfather, he will hear no different
He sees it as a personal mission to protect you, even though you are a powerful god
He will try and teach you new things every day you spend with him
Will feed you a lot "becuase you are a growing girl".
Tries to keep all the young harbingers from dating you
While he can't stop Pierro and Capitano, because they're fossils, he will just make sarcastic remarks and glare at them if they get to close to you
He will teach you chess, and he will play with you
Scaramouche
Oh....Oh he is complecated
As we all know, he has a... complex relationship with gods
Let me rephrase that, he has problems with his archon mom
He is the biggest tsundere to ever tsundere
You couldn't waterboard the fact that he loves you out of him
Will give you things he "happened to find" that reminded him of you.
Will give you gifts but pertends that he didn't put any thought into it, but he did
A brat... that's all
If you offer him cuddles he will act like he doesn't want any
If you stop the cuddles, he will complain
He will demand your affection like a cat
Sandrone
She stares, a lot...
I believe she makes puppets and dolls in your image
She takes you to her workshop
Has you stand still so she can compare materials against you, to find the best one that look closest to your features
Will have nice clothes for you to try on
Will use you as a dress up doll
Puts makeup on you as well
Another that loves you as a possession
When will sit you on her lap at every possible time
La Signora
She is one of the few that loves you as a person
Due to her still greving Rostam she isn't very open with you, at first
When she does open up to you, she will almost suffocate you with love
If you aren't on Sandrone's lap, you're in hers
She will share the knowledge she got from her time in the akademiya
I think she remembers stuff from her life as a Mondstadter
She will sing songs, or parts of songs, she remembers
You are the only person she shows her scar to
She'll give head pats, nose kisses, and neck kisses
She will dance with you or watch will Colombina and Capitano
Tartaglia
This man... where do I even begin
He will try an fight you
It's a way for him to see your strength
When he isn't trying to fight you, he acts as a scary guard dog
Will spoil you
Takes you to meet his family
He is extremely possessive of you
Loves you as a person
Will beg you to show off your powers
He marvels at you powers
Brings you something from every nation he goes to
He makes you go along with the lie he tells Teucer
Pantalone
Is the only normal one
Between him and Sandrone, your closet is overflowing
He likes to take you to shopping
If you feel bad about asking for something due to price, he'll buy it anyway
Will buy you stuff for dancing and any other hobbies you have
Has mini fashion shows with you as the model, sometimes Sandrone is there too
Has you sit near him when he works
Will give cuddles, just ask
Likes to spoil you
Thinks you deserve the best because you're a god
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If it is not too much trouble, may I please request a Yandere? Platonic! BSD x Arlecchino! Reader, let's say that the reader has played an important role in almost everybody's life.
For example, she took Kouyou under her wing when she failed to escape the Mafia, advised and convinced Fukuzawa to save Yosano, treated and viewed (15) Dazai as only a child and not the demon prodigy, never once used or placed Chuuya as the second choice, etc. Things like that, but the reader is still in the Fatui and does run the House of the Hearth and looks after orphans while also training them to be enlisted in the Fatui. So, they probably view reader as a parent figure and someone dear to their hearts and don’t want anything bad to happen to them.
A LIFE OF OUR OWN.
Yandere!Platonic!BSD x Arlecchino!Reader
A/N: I immediately worked on this request on seeing it omg anon you guys do not know how much I love Arlecchino ... also for here I use "Father", but that's only because in the game Lyney & Lynette call Arlecchino that. Feel free to pretend it's mother or something else!
You're the second whole of their hearts.
They'll do anything for you ...
Father.
It's not a coincidence. To take one for an example. KOUYOU, that poor little girl who did nothing wrong. She was such a sweet kid, someone nice ... and yet she was there in the Port Mafia. Taken away and unable to live her life like a child should.
In an attempt to leave the mafia with a man she liked, it was rather unfornature enough – both were caught red handed.
And that man? He was killed.
KOUYOU was desperately holding on, wanting him to open his eyes, to survive and still find a way. And yet deep down, she knew that it would be impossible.
Good things never last.
She began to see the light as something meaningless. That the moment a flower born in darkness is exposed to light, it will wilt and burn away to nothingness. She can't escape. Not anymore. But that also wishful thinking.
That was until you came along and helped her up.
It was like a moment's heartbeat, the moment she looked up. You were right there – holding your hand out.
Even if you weren't expressive as to be expected out of sympathy for what happened, she can tell that you were no ill-intentioned person. So what did she do? She took it. Your hand. And gave you a smile ... one that faintly shined of hope.
Of course, she never left the mafia. But she had you to take care of her ... and treat her like a true daughter.
She was ecstatic to have family of her own.
You even gifted her a little plushie. Of course, of the the most fine and exquisite type of material. Your rich ass is flexing without even saying it out loud. slay
And you never treated her as a second choice.
Just like CHUUYA. As the time passed, he too joined the Port Mafia by boss orders. Honestly – you probably didn't give much of a shit, but that obviously changed.
Even now, your fatherish figure still remains after years. And that may as well never change.
He takes some great pride on his abilities, and he's rather smug about it himself. Although – sometimes he does question himself, and his humanity. Due to basically being merged and being Arahabaki's vessel.
But no, fuck that. You treated him as your own child, and although had more better things to do in the Fatui – this kid was insecure as hell and needed a parental figure.
CHUUYA adores you from the bottom of his heart. You showed him what it was to be human. To be alive. You gave him good reason and even let him visit the orphanage you looked after. Since he was merged with basically a God, you found it curious as well.
Well Arahabaki doesn't have a Gnosis so he's luckily safe
And then also, boom. Your attention extended towards his partner! DAZAI himself, of his young age. And from that time on, you already knew something was up with him.
Honestly – it can't be doubted. He was destined to live in the darkness forever. Nothing in the world can compel that deep etched loneliness in his heart; and even his late friend ODASAKU had acknowledged that.
Even after their unfortunate deaths, you were right there.
He was almost weirded the fuck out at first. You're not treating him like a monster. Or a demon. Not even his position and affiliation. You straight out threw those ourt the trash and instead? You treated him like your son.
It comforted him a little. To know he finally had someone to call his own. At first – just like anyone, he thought he'd lose you.
But you proved him wrong in various ways.
No matter how hard he tried, you kept him his side. Trained with him and succeeded in his defeat (much to his surprise), and gave him a few fatherly hugs and gifts that he would need and like. And DAZAI couldn't help it either.
He wanted you to be his real father quite badly. You were always there, and his eternal loneliness?
What's that again?
No. Even with that in mind, you never stopped to pursue and keep going with the mafioso. You'd go as much as to take him and meet with the rest of the harbingers, maybe taking CHUUYA and other executives from time to time.
Of course, avoiding The Doctor because it might as well just give back DAZAI his trauma.
And when he keft the mafia? You came along with him. Words cannot express how happy and relieved he was. He didn't want to loose his only comfort, his family. And if any9ne ever tries to threaten your familial bond?
He's gonna pull out the fucking demon prodigy card and show them how demonic he can be
In any case, same is due to everyone else. Like the fact you just always seemed to be there in the right place, at the right time. Like when YOSANO was being forced into healing soldier after soldier in the war.
The poor girl. Safe to assume the Fatui didn't really care about such and didn't participate in the war.
Much unless the Tsaritsa commands them to stop it, they may as well do that. But as of now they didn't really care. But that was only an 11 year old child ...
A child. You just had to take her in, didn't you?
And if not – in any case, you went ahead and got FUKUZAWA to save her. You reasoned with him, quite the good convincer yourself. You were a woman of a hundred, if not a thousand faces that could easily fool others.
So he took her in to the agency.
Although YOSANO was never told about what had happened in the sidelines, the moment she saw you walking away from the both of them – she just had that feeling.
She wants to thank you, if it's the last thing she did.
From the time that came on, you continued to do what you did and appeared, woving yourself into the hearts of everyone. At first, it was obviously never easy. But that wasn't a reason to give up. And you're you, would you seriously give up from that?
Many of them expresses gratitude in multiple ways, sometimes a bit unhinged – which you were yourself. There's not a sane bone in your body.
At least, that's what people like to think.
You've come this far into giving others a new life, being a father figure that everyone cherishes dearly and adores. Oh, and if anyone try to tear away that dream or hurt you – even a single scratch on that body of yours ...
There will be hell to pay.
You'd think they got very protective of their father. They can all quite collectively agree that they need no other familial figure in their lives other than you. Dearest you, who saved them from their shameful lives and gave them a future.
Even one who isn't supposedly a kid like SIGMA – he came from a book. He doesn't have a family. But correction, he does.
And it's you.
Or anyone else from multiple affiliations across. The Decay of the Angels, the Hunting Dogs, supposedly those that caught your eye in these several factions.
Suppose the easily jealous ones of seeing you paying attention to kids more in the orphanage, or giving a certain triplets more of time can get them boiling with anger quite enough. Even if it was wrong, it just seemed so right.
And so? They try to steal more of your attention away. This is one of the time they truly act like children once more.
CHUUYA would most likely not want anyone even gazing at your direction. Must they make things worse? You're around kids almost 24/7 and taking care of them yes, but you should only be taking care of him!
DAZAI acts like a child throwing a tantrum. No! No! No one can be with his father other than himself! How dare those kids call you their father?! He's livid, and tries to hide his anger and jealousy, yet he was visibly so eerie and tense.
KOUYOU can bet it was saddening to see you paying attention to work at the Fatui. Come on now, can you blame her? If you took her under your wing, you better be responsible. So she tries to invite you to her own missions and do fun together, just like when she was little. She wants your care.
YOSANO can tolerate it mostly, although at some point she comes with a breaking point as well. She's normally kind and likes hang around you and feel protected and loved, but oh, when you're not looking? Let's see ... pulls out chainsaw
So if a child or two goes missing in the orphanage?
Let's just say it wasn't anyone's fault, dear father :)
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Title: Seeking him
Character(s): Il Dottore (Genshin Impact)
Warnings/tags: Haunted doll au: Fem!reader (child!reader), dark themes, obsession themes, platonic yandere au, tw horror: dark rooms, flickering lights, mannequins Really Dottore is a warning himself at this point...
Haunted doll au masterlist
"Hmmm so you are here… I am surprised that this is how we meet." You looked at the man while cyan hair and his eyes were covered by a mask. His tone was entertained with a tint of curiosity. Inside a room dark with only little light, you struggled to see him clearly.
"Doctor?" you called him out, scared of the dark where you thought the monster lay. You could not see who he was but when you saw red eyes you thought that maybe it was him.
"Mm.." It was a confirmation of who he was. Quickly you went to him grasping his jacket.
You couldnt see his reaction as you looked around you, the room was really to dark for a small child like you. “What are you doing dear?” He asked, looking at you. You looked up at the red eyes “I am scared of the sleep monster….” You told him.
You heard him scoff, laughing at your words as he patted your head. “There is no sleep monster here. No monster could ever take you away from me.” The gloved hand patted your head as you looked up at him. “So will you protect me?” You asked him.
His hand stopped patting you head at the question a long pause, only to again continued to pat your head. You thought that you saw a smile on his lips. “I wonder my dear.”
"Hmmm let's play a game dear." He said instead of answering, but it was enough for you to forget your fears excited that you would be able to play with one of your dolls. "How about hide and seek?" He asked.
"You wanna play with me?" Your eyes sparkled in delight unable to understand the grin on Dottore's face widened as he stared at you. "Yes, child."
"Where do we play? Who is the seeker?" You jumped a little unable to contain your excitement at the mention of games. "You will be the seeker and you have to come find the real me okay?" Dottore pointed at you, telling you that you would have to search for him.
"The real you?" You blinked confused at his words.
"Yes. Can you do that?"
You didn't understand what he meant by those words. You didn't understand but you nodded anyway determined to win the game.
Dottore laughed, so very entertained by your bright eyes, "Let's start then~. Close your eyes and count to three."
One.. two.... three
In the darkroom you were alone, the person that was right beside you had left you and disappeared.
You were alone.
You followed the little light that was in the room pushing to see it was door. Outside the dark room was a old old hallway, the wallpaper browning while the light yellow from the old lightbulb. It was scary for you.
Taking a step back, you thought of how you needed to find Dottore that you finally moved towards the hallway, leaving the room.
In the corridor you ran searching for him, looking for him in each room where the lock was open and not tightly shut. Some rooms were empty some rooms had tables or chairs but the walls were bare of any decoration. Some rooms were too dark, that you hesitate to step in.
It was till you found a room with a dying lamp right beside it was a table. And right in front of it was a familiar stature with cyan hair.
You found him! Running towards him you called hi name, the familiar cyan hair his back was facing at you looking at the table doing… something. You didn't care what he was doing, excited that you have won the game you ran towards him grabbing his white coat.
You watched him fall to the floor, separating into pieces.
His legs were first to go out when you watched as his knees fell apart. Next was the body and arms then the head. You stared at the detached hollow head and neck, his face towards you and his neck hollow inside as if he was no more than a puppet with his strings cut.
You didn't react all you did was stare at the body, a mannequin. You didn't understand what happened the ringing sounds in your ears were painful. It was hard to breathe.
"My it seems that found the wrong one." You watched as the mannequin's mouth move a smile gracing its face. You didn't say anything and it seems it didn't care. "You found the wrong one, my dear. I am still hiding somewhere. The game would not end till you find me after all."
You blinked at it, you could not see its eyes because of the mask that it wore. You saw Dottore’s eyes many times, and always commented that they looked similar to a white rabbit's eyes.
So pretty you always fawned at them.
You can't remember what color they were. Dizzy it made you as you tried to remember, your head felt like someonebodt took a needle to brain and started poking at it… you want it out. So you left the farther you were from the room the less the pain hurt.
You opened more doors, he wasn't there. Running you opened even more...nothing. You ran and ran begging for something... someone to help you find him. You begged him to come out and that you where scared and that you needed him.
Nothing.
Everything looked the same, all the colors and shapes repeating and the flickering light did not change.
You finally reached a room at the end of the hallway... What felt like you were running for hours you were finally reached the end.
You pushed the door and looked inside, dark you could not see anything till it suddenly become bright as the lights flickered on. Dottore was right in the middle of the room smiling at you. You dont remember was happened at that moment.
It was only silence in between your sniffles, your hand clenched tightly on his clothes almost scared that you would lose him. That you would forever be lost.
"It seems that you found me. Congratulations dear."
When you woke up you felt your heart beat loudly in your chest. The uncomfortable feeling was unfamiliar but you didn't understand it. You didn't understand the fear in your heart, the haunting nightmare that you dreamt of. Your room dark as the sun has yet to rise.
You are not alone.
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Ducks
Platonic!Yandere!Tartaglia x Child!Fem! Reader
What a strange red-haired guy... You come once every three days, at the same time, to feed the ducks in this pond. He does the same thing, only he doesn't feed the ducks, but just watches. Maybe he likes ducks?
Today you came to feed the ducks again, but this time you came earlier, not that you did it on purpose, it's just that your parents started quarreling and swearing about some debt, and you just decided to leave. The decision was spontaneous and you didn't have bread for ducks, but there was that strange guy. After sitting by the water for a while, you decided to go home, maybe everything settled down there. Looking at the opposite side of the pond, you didn't find the red-haired man and deciding that this was a good sign, you got up and walked away from the water. However...
"Hey! Little comrade! Please wait!"
When you turned around at the scream, you saw the same person. He ran up to you.
"Sorry for taking so long."
He took duck food out of his pocket, and noticing your puzzled look, he instantly begged.
"Please, I'm so far from home and miss my family so much, and you remind me so much of my siblings. Please..."
If it were another day, you would probably refuse and go home. But the next quarrel of the parents and the friendly appearance of this man, as well as the food in his hands, did their job.
"Okay, let's go."
"Thank you very much!"
He immediately beamed and held out his hand to you. You accepted it with apprehension.
"My name is Ajax by the way."
"Y/n."
For a while while you were feeding the ducks, both you and he were silent, but then Ajax began to tell you a lot about his family and surprisingly it was pleasant to listen to him. You were the only child in the family, and your parents worked very hard. You can't blame them, but you also can't not feel loneliness and longing either, because today was the very rare day when they were both at home and you could spend this day together, and they just quarreled. Therefore, listening to Ajax, you involuntarily began to smile.
"I wish I had a brother or sister, too."
"Ha ha... I can be your brother, and Tonya can be your sister. How does that sound?"
It was... a strange suggestion.
"No, thanks."
"Ouch, it hurts. But I have already written to my family that they will have a new family member. Each of them is looking forward to your arrival. They've even prepared a room for you. Wait a second..."
You're shocked. Is he kidding?
Ajax took out a bag of sweets from another pocket, they were different. These were sweets from Snezhnaya.
"My mom put them especially for you."
He handed you this little package and, still smiling, put his hand on your shoulder.
"Come on Y/n, just let me and my family take care of you properly."
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The fatui harbingers with a unstable female columbina darling(basically you take columbina’s place but by what the info I got she’s mental)
TW/CW:Yandere behavior, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship,abusive relationship,abusive behavior,Y/N is unstable and has hallucination,Y/N is unstable to the point of forcing someone to be La Signora.
They were all worried,Y/N had brought a girl who looked like La Signora and forced her to be like her. “Y/N?” “Mm?” The insane girl smiled at Pierro. “It’s time for the girl to g-“ “La Signora~ that’s no girl~ it’s my dear La Signora~” Pierro frowned at the h/c girl,she was always a daughter figure to him but after they found out about La Signora’s death she snapped. Pulcinella was the grandfather of the whole fatui harbingers he was the one to comfort Y/N when la signora died as he saw her as a granddaughter. Childe already took the girl and made her leave. “Here’s some money for you to leave,now GO!” “Th-thank you so much sir!” The girl ran away while Childe just watched as she ran away.
When Y/N found out that the girl left she snapped even more! “No..no..no..no..La Signora please don’t leave me…you promised to stay,please come back…I need you” Her words mixed with her crying which was rare since she was all smiles and insane. Capitano sat beside Y/N and held her in his arms. “Di-did I do something wron-wrong? Why did she leave me!?” “You did nothing wrong my dear,it is just that her time has come and she was meant to go but she is still watching you even in the afterlife my love” The crying soften and it was all sniffles. “Thank..you Capitano..” She fell asleep in the arms of the captain.
The days after everyone saw how Y/N thought she saw La Signora only to be nothing,they’ve all had to watch her expect for that fucking bastard Scarmouche. When Scarmouche saw Y/N again he just hugged her and played with her hair since that calmed her down. “Scarmouche,can you tell me that story of when you met La Signora again” Scarmouche sighed and held her closer. “Of course N/N. It was my first day of being apart of Fatui harbingers and I met the annoying bastard Childe” he went on about his story which Y/N smiled at hearing the story of her beloved once again. Everyone is going to make sure that she doesn’t harm herself because of what happened.
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Heirs of The Moon
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CW: not proofread cuz i wrote this mid class lmao, mentions of sex, drugging and death (not the mc), dysfunctional family
Summary: Since the death of Crepus Ragnvindr, His two sons have all but severed ties with each other. Only speaking when they must. And neither brother ever fails to remind the other of the reason why. However strong their hatred for each other, they never managed to show such disdain towards their little sister. But perhaps hate would have been kinder then neglect.
Note: This is based off the theory that Pierro is Kaeya's father, and that the Tsaritsa is collecting gnosis to rebel against celestia
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Chapter 2: Watchers in The Wall
night gathers and now my watch begins
Mondstat. The Great City of Wind and Wine. Full of Songs and Bards and Freedom to do as one wishes.
It felt real, sitting atop the tallest windmill in the main city, looking down at the people, packing up their things to go to home. Take a rest, eat dinner. The simplicity and uniqueness of every person she took a glance at made her smile, just a little.
The things she never got to enjoy, will never get to experience without casting a cautious glance back.
The things she has protected on behalf of others. While everyone goes to bed, only two people remain awake
it shall not end until my death.
While Diluc takes the supposed mysterious and lowkey job of a vigilante, she takes it as an opportunity to gather information. Get blackmail, intel. Interrogate
She cared not for the wellbeing of others who would not give a shit about hers, had they seen her in danger. Diluc was glorified hero, whilst Lady Albrich, and to her dismay, Her brother Kaeya—were most skilled in strategy and scheme. More her then him, since he too had decided to join the Knights, an incapable lot if you asked her
I shall take no wife, hold no lands. father no children
The last door shut, and her watch began. Pulling a hood over her head, she took a seemingly leisurely walk down the walls of mondstat. Heels clicking, loudly, challengingly, and yet it had no source.
Since the beginning of the end of Autumn in Mondstat, this sound had been one repeating almost every night. It faded to one wall and became louder in the other, surrounding the city and taking it hostage in its grasp
i shall wear no crowns. win no glory
It was eerie, irritating to the ear until it made you wanna scream to drown out the sound. And just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore....
i am the shield that guards the realms of men
It stopped, and seemingly turned into a specific intersection before fading into its victims home.
Today, it was Mikail. For the time being he was no victim but an ally. A Fatuus stationed in Mondstat to report back to his superior, and the intel would get to Lord Tartaglia.
It was amusing really. The ginger truly was a puppy to play fetch with. The Fatui had seemingly bored Mondstat and decided to keep a lazy eye on it. Up until recently when Y/N had made her next move. Did Pierro order more personnel into the city of freedom to watch her.
i am the sword in the darkness
And Mikhail, was to be her plaything until she got all she needed.
Men like him were so easy, anything for a person with a set of tits. Especially when war and violence is added into the equation. Soldiers throw themselves at women's feet for a chance to bask in pleasure before the pain
And Y/N knew how to play them to her needs. Her brothers were aware of her silver tongue, it seemed to run deep in Albrich family. What else she did though, was up to their imagination
Despite hating their little sister they never wanted to acknowledge the sinful things she did. The rumors that went about. They decided to close an ear when it came to things that made their skin crawl to think about her being in. Diluc couldn't give two shits about her fairs until it involved violence. Only then would he almost sound like he cared. Since he didn't pay mind to it when it was his brother the culprit.
Tsk, Tsk. Father wouldn't be pleased
The so-called gentlemen he raised broke up the family they had. How sad
Nonetheless, she knocked a pattern on the door, and was instantly let in by an all too eager, silver-haired male.
Y/N chuckled, "Eager are we? You know what I want Mikhail, do it for me and ill give you what you want." Luckily, this was her last day in his home.
He gazed up with wondrous but annoyed eyes. "Later Later, please i really need you today." He gripped onto her arm, tugging her. But she didn't budge
Y/N lifted her foot off the ground and shoved it into his chest, making him sit, keeping a steady hold on his lower stomach with it. "I won't give you anything if you aren't good to me. That's only fair." He sighed, raising his bare arms in surrender.
"The Balladeer has been turned into a God in Sumeru, soundly defeated by the Traveler however."
She raised a brow, "The Jester allowed this? Doesn't he have hate to all archons and adepti? Even his snow queen gets the stink eye."
"It was an experiment, if they could use it to infiltrate and further progress to Her Majesty The Tsaritsa's goal, it was nothing him and The Doctor couldn't tinker with."
"Is that so? Do you know where The Doctor is now? I heard he returned to Scheznaya." She let go of him and began to take off her coat and heels, making herself comfortable.
Quickly, he hurried to tell her what he had. "Yes, he is. Reporting to Her Majesty, He doesn't plan to leave soon. Make haste." Mikhail grabbed her by the waist and spun her around. Tackling her back to the couch he sat on a moment ago.
Within a few hours the last of her deal with the Fatuus was exchanged. Drying her hair as she quietly walked back into the bedroom, Y/N crouched down to the floor, instead of making a rukus to put her clothes back on, she began to fill a syringe in her bag with polluted water.
It was easy work. Slipping the needle into his arm pressing down gently and watched his body shiver and writhe while she took her time putting her clothes back on.
i am the watcher in the walls
She grabbed her bag and her cloak and quietly stepped out of his home, heels clicking once more as she began to make her way out of mondstat and to her home in Springvale.
"There you are~ " Spoke a voice deep, and familiar. Mocking and angry. She stopped and her glare set on her face naturally.
Turning around, she raised her chin high and looked down her nose.
"Mr. Ragnvindr, to what do I owee the pleasure on this fine night? Out for a stroll..
Darknight Hero?"
Night Gathers and now my watch begins
I hereby pledge my life to King Irmin and the homeland . For this Night, and All nights to come.
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achilles heel.
summary. the ninth harbinger takes on an... unexpected responsibility.
trigger & content warnings. references to poverty, [name] is a thief (at first), slightly ooc pantalone in some parts.
tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. fluff, slight angst, hurt/comfort. pantalone & child/young teen!reader, arlecchino & child/young teen!reader. 3.4k words. they/them pronouns for reader. this fic is divided into six drabble-like sections.
author's thoughts. inspired by a silly conversation @aroacenezha and i had. i dad-ify this man a little too much but you know what? i will keep doing it idc he's so dad-able. this post is structured differently than my usual content but i think it's kind of cool!!!
i. an unexpected guest ♡
Of all the possible unexpected things that could await the Regrator in his Snezhnaya residence—one of them, at least; the amount of properties he owned was certainly more than what one could count on both hands—this was... most definitely among one of the more shocking.
He was speechless, really.
"Please do humor me. How did you manage to get in?"
Of all the unexpected things that could await the Regrator in his his home, in his office of all places... thievery in and of itself wasn't unexpected; rather, it was the fact that standing in front of him was undoubtedly a child no older than fourteen. Not only that, but additionally the fact that they were actually standing in his office. They had not been caught. A child, no older than fourteen, possessed more skill than all of the others in the past who had made poor attempts to steal from him.
"You need better security"—they shrugged, making him somewhat annoyed at their nonchalance—"I really thought it would be hard to rob the richest man on Teyvat. It was harder to rob Lady Ningguang. I actually had to abandon that job, you know? Couldn't get to the Jade Chamber."
Again, he was left absolutely speechless.
Being compared to Ningguang made a bitter taste settle in his mouth. He made a mental note to drastically improve the quality of his security.
"You..."
"What? It's not my fault all of your agents are incompetent."
They weren't wrong, he supposed. His agents surely could do better at their jobs. Their smugness still irritated him, though. "Do you routinely rob the wealthy?"
They scoffed. "You all are hoarding wealth that should never have been yours in the first place. Archons forbid I steal from wicked people who couldn't possibly care less about anyone but themselves... Get over yourself. Seriously."
He genuinely couldn't tell if they had no sense of danger or if they simply had that sheer amount of audacity by nature. Though, admittedly, he did have to respect the fact that they managed to sneak in completely undetected. If not for his sudden appearance, they most likely would have gotten away with it. Their audacity did irk him a little, but... that was also something he had to respect. It was impressive in its own right. No average Snezhnayan child would so much as dream of talking to a Harbinger the way they did oh-so effortlessly
It did occur to him, however, that they did not look well-off; they were not the average Snezhnayan child.
Their hair looked as if it had been haphazardly and unevenly chopped off so that it was too short to become tangled (he did recall doing such a thing himself—at the lowest point in his life, taking care of his hair was a useless endeavor, solely because it did not help better his chances of survival). They were clothed decently enough in layers adequately thick to keep themselves from freezing which, indeed, was also something he understood on a nauseously personal level.
Most of the mora he managed to earn in his unfortunate youth was invested in... not freezing to death. Through them, he was forced to once again acknowledge his past, a past he endeavored to forget about because it made him feel pathetic.
...Or maybe it made him feel like an impostor in his wealth?
What kind of sick twist of fate had the Archons cursed him with, forcing him to think about such trivial things?
He should punish them. He should arrest them. He should send them off to Dottore and never spare them another thought ever again, even, but... somehow, he didn't want to. Much as he may have acted as if he couldn't possibly know why, he did.
The brat reminded him sickeningly of himself.
"Where do you think you're going?"
They were half out of his window when he called out to them, having taken advantage of his pondering.
"To sell what I've taken?"
He almost rolled his eyes. Almost, but didn't. That would have been immature and inelegant of him. "Come here."
They would have just left, but truthfully, it would not have been a smart move on their behalf. The only reason they had not yet been caught and apprehended was simply because no-one had spotted them in the first place. Not a single one of their 'victims' had managed to catch a glimpse of them. Now that a Harbinger had seen them...
They figured it was in their best interests to avoid being pursued by anyone with that much power, especially by someone like Pantalone. A man with that much political influence was dangerous.
"Show me what it is that you've taken."
They did.
A letter opener, a few picture frames... Nothing significant or extremely expensive (though, to them, anything at all from his office would likely be of high value), which is what left Pantalone completely perplexed. He honestly hadn't even noticed that anything was missing from his office when he had first entered.
Perhaps that was what made them so skilled, combined with their capacity to avoid being seen.
"Out of everything you could have taken," he mused, "you chose... these inconsequential items?"
"They're inconsequential to you, maybe. To me and to my buyers, things like this are worth a ton. Whether I'll actually be given what is owed is... uh. More or less likely. I don't know, I just— can I leave yet?"
"Not so fast, dear." He smiled, tilting his head slightly. They thought he somewhat resembled a fox.
"...What? Are you seriously going to arrest me for something so little?"
"Nothing of the sort. In fact... I have a proposal of sorts for you."
ii. the proposal in question. ♡
"You know, when someone says something ominous like 'I have a proposal for you'," they began, twirling a defiant strand of their now neat hair—which the Harbinger had... shockingly, taken upon himself to cut properly rather than paying someone else to do it—around their finger, "they generally don't mean... all this."
"Don't be difficult." He pinched their cheek like a scolding (or affectionate, but the nature of his gesture was debatable, given the fact that he tended to hide his thoughts behind a skilled mask of eerie calmness that they could only imagine took years to perfect) grandparent might. "Let the tailor take your measurements."
"Ugh... fine. I don't even see why I'm doing this," they murmured, gingerly raising their arms when the tailor politely prompted them to.
"Oh? Did I not say? My apologies. I intend for you to become a permanent resident of my household."
Silence.
"...So you're adopting me."
"That is one way to look at it, yes."
"Oh. I was... um." They paused, blinking a few times as if in an attempt to dispel the bewilderment they felt. "I was kidding. I didn't expect that response."
He only smiled.
They wondered if they would ever learn to understand that ambiguous smile.
iii. another unexpected guest ♡
Between teaching the newest member of his house noble etiquette, conversational skills, and other important skills they would need to master, Pantalone had grown unexpectedly fond of the little orphan he took in.
He should have been annoyed by how often they questioned his authority, by how unruly they were...
Of course, he wasn't. It was endearing and even refreshing in its own way—when was the last time anyone had dared to speak so freely and honestly and daringly to him? The respect rooted in fear that his status as a Harbinger gave him became dull after a while.
It really shouldn't have surprised him that he had become so fond of the little one who did not fear speaking in the most unfiltered way to him.
However... he did wonder if his fondness was causing him to spoil them just a little too much.
"...What is that?"
They grinned brightly. In their arms, a small arctic fox sat contentedly, strangely unbothered by the fact that a random child decided to pick it up and bring it home. It seemed to snuggle further into them and their warmth, in fact.
"It's an arctic fox!"
"My dear, that is a wild animal."
"And?"
Silence. Pantalone was the first to break it:
"I have the ability to acquire any animal you so desire of only the highest pedigree," he began, "the best available on the market—of course, assuming it could survive in an extreme climate such as this one—and yet, you chose to bring home a little street fox?"
They pouted, lower lip jutting out in an exceedingly childish way that he would have chided them for had it not just been himself, them, and the various Fatui guards stationed around (who all knew far better than to say anything about whatever they saw or heard within their Lord's residence) present. "Don't be mean. I came from the street too, you know... look at her! Look at this little creature! Say hi."
If it had been anyone else demanding such childish things of him, he would be appalled... but he supposed since it was them, he could tolerate it. He leaned down slightly.
"Hello."
Much to his apparent surprise, the fox barked back at him, to which they giggled.
"Soo, can I keep her?"
The silence returned for a brief second. Then, the Harbinger sighed deeply—it was undoubtedly comparable to the kind of sigh an exasperated parent might let out. As if he wasn't already going grey enough without this child around...
He caved to their whims regardless.
He was encouraging a bad habit, yes, but they looked so happy with that little fox. He could only hope that, in the future, they would not bring home any other wild animals.
"Very well, but I expect you to learn how to take care of her properly, otherwise I will be forced to let her go."
iv. old habits die hard.
The first event they ever had to attend with the Regrator was an annual event hosted by the Tsaritsa herself.
Much as they weren't exactly... keen on going, Pantalone insisted—he had claimed it was for publicity's sake. The public would favor him more if he was seen as the caretaker of a child. They supposed they couldn't really argue with that, but the thought of being used as a device to build public rapport was uncomfortable at best and nauseating at worst.
(He was very adamant on reassuring them that he didn't take them in solely for such a shallow reason. Though... he still did not tell them why exactly it was that he chose to take them in, which admittedly did make them doubt the sincerity of his words.
They decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, given how kind he tended to be with them.)
They absolutely hated being surrounded by so many pompous rich people who only ever turned a blind eye to the struggling of every low-income family in Snezhnaya. How these people could live with themselves, hoarding the majority of the wealth of an entire nation, they would never know nor understand.
(What made Pantalone any different, they sometimes wondered?)
However...
They were all viable targets, even including the other Harbingers present.
Columbina... there was nothing they could steal off of her without getting caught, and the idea of making a scene, especially one involving the third Harbinger herself, made their stomach churn anxiously. She was not an option.
Dottore... stealing off of him was unwise. They wondered if Pantalone would lose favor in them if they did. The Doctor, like the Damselette, was not an option, despite the many things they could take off his person without him ever knowing that something was missing (probably; they weren't truly sure if they'd like to test that theory).
Arlecchino... her silver hairclip was awfully pretty. Surely she wouldn't miss it? She didn't like the Regrator much anyways, so—
"Dear."
"Oh. Um." They cleared their throat, embarrassedly looking anywhere but at him. They tried their best not to pick at the threads of their sleeves. "Sorry. Force of habit."
He hummed, gloved hand raising up to rub reassuring circles on their back. The bubbling anxiety and discomfort in their chest subsided slightly.
"Come along. There is nothing to be afraid of, and please... do not take anything off of anyone. Leave the Knave and the other Harbingers be."
Of course, upon passing Arlecchino, they did end up stealing her hairclip regardless.
Though annoyed, she said nothing of it, because even though their audacity to steal something from a Harbinger at an event such as that one agitated her beyond belief...
It seemed to make them happy, and she didn't see them take anything from anyone else the entire night. She decided that she would let it slide just this one time.
(She also took it upon herself to secure it in their hair—which had grown longer and healthier ever since the Ninth took them in—after the event, claiming that it was a gift from her...
...And that, if they knew what was good for them, they would not dare to pull another foolish stunt like that ever again.)
v. achilles heel.
"What is it that plagues your mind?"
"Huh?" They blinked, sitting up a little straighter in their place on one of the soft sofas in the Ninth's personal library. Most of their time was spent in there, absorbing all the knowledge that they didn't have access to earlier on in their life. "What do you mean?"
"You've been withdrawn lately," Pantalone said, approaching them slowly as if they were some kind of skittish animal. He tenderly caressed their cheek upon seeing no signs of discomfort. "Have I done something to drive you away?"
"...No," they admitted quietly, looking outside of the large window and watching the snow fall. It looked... peaceful, but they knew from experience what it was really like out there. They gnawed on their lower lip, searching for a way to word their concerns without sounding ungrateful. "I just... ugh, it's nothing. I don't know. I don't know how to say it without it sounding... bad."
He raised an eyebrow. His hand moved away from their face, now stroking their hair calmingly. "You speak to me so freely all the time. Why the sudden change of heart, hm?"
He did have a point there. They never once thought twice about the way they spoke to him up until that point.
A sigh left their lips, and they shifted their gaze to meet his.
The way their eyes glistened with the sheen of unshed, frustrated tears made Pantalone feel a sort of fatherly protectiveness that he wasn't sure he should have been able to feel, and yet... their expression flipped some kind of switch in him.
"Why did you take me in?"
"I—"
"Wait, I'm not done," they interrupted. He went quiet. "What benefit do I provide to you? What kind of rich guy sees a random orphaned thief and decides to take them in? Who does that? No rich person I've met before you, that's for sure. People like you don't care about those of us barely scraping by in poor conditions, so why—"
If it were anyone else Pantalone was speaking to, his tone would have been harsh and commanding, but... that was how it always had been with them. They could get away with things that others could not. They were always shown a side of him that others were not. Perhaps that made them the Regrator's one single Achilles heel, and if that were the case? So be it.
"Stop. Listen."
His tone came out very gently. It was more akin to a comforting hush than a demand. He kneeled down to their height—never once had they seen him voluntarily get so close to the ground. Most nobles didn't, and yet, here he was. With his ungloved knuckles, he wiped away the tears that they hadn't even noticed were beginning to fall.
"I was you once, little one."
"I don't believe you," they sniffled.
"You should. I was not born into this life. My bloodline is not noble and my birth name holds no significance," he mused, tucking a stray strand of hair behind their ear. "I also used to steal from people, you know."
Their hair fell over their shoulders, to which they quickly raised a hand to the back of their head. The clip—once belonging to Arlecchino—was gone, now settled in their caretaker's open palm.
"H— huh?!"
"Admittedly, I haven't done so in quite some time, so what you saw just then was moreso the skills I've learned as a Harbinger than my thievery skills."
He kindly secured their hair back once again.
"Ah... I never would have guessed."
"That is the point." He nodded, going on to tease: "You do very much remind me of the younger version of myself... you have quite the awful amount of attitude, though. I was never so difficult."
They huffed, patting their face dry with their palms, to which he chuckled.
"Hmph, I doubt that. I'll bet you were worse than I am."
"Whatever you say, dearest."
He was, but he had no plans of telling them that, of course.
vi. enrollment.
"My orphans seem to like you, [Name]."
They smiled up at Arlecchino from their place on the ground, one of the much younger children sleeping against their thigh. Their hand absently toyed with the child's hair in a manner that seemed akin to that of a loving older sibling. "I like to think they do. They're lucky, then, because I happen to quite like them, too!"
The ghost of a smile graced her lips at that.
"You know," she mused calmly, placing a firm hand on their head. They squeaked slightly at the force behind her display of affection. "You are publicly viewed as the Regrator's child."
"What?!" they gasped, a mix between shocked and embarrassed. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but... "Wait, people are saying that? Actually?"
"They are," she confirmed, "but I mention this for one very particular reason: do you know how to defend yourself, [Name]?"
"Somewhat, but not entirely," they admitted. "I learned a lot in my time... um, wandering, shall we call it..? Anyway. I can defend myself, but not really well. Not at all well enough for the place I've found myself in, I think."
She nodded in understanding at that.
"Have you considered enrolling in the House of Hearth?"
"I've thought about it. Would I even qualify, though..? I'm technically not an orphan..."
"No, but consider it a favor from me. You would get an education of equal rigor to Snezhnayan private schools, as well as learning how to protect yourself."
"...You would do that for me, Arle?"
Her cheeks tinted red at that, and she groaned, lightly pushing them away by the head. They giggled at her annoyance.
"Don't call me that"—she coughed into her fist, trying her best to mask the good-natured embarrassment such a nickname caused her—"but... I would. You need to learn how to handle yourself."
She then got on one knee, meeting their gaze with intensity that made them a bit nervous. Both her hands sat firmly on their shoulders.
"What you need to understand, however, is that you will automatically be drafted into the Fatui at your graduation. I do not believe that the Regrator would let you out of his sight at your young age, so you needn't worry about being separated from him, but... you will be exposed to wicked things."
"...But I need to do this for my safety, right?"
"You don't 'need' to do anything," she clarified. "I would advise it, though. You are an annoying little brat, but I—as well as the Ninth—would loathe to see anything happen to you."
"Well... I don't mind enrolling."
"Oh?"
"I really don't mind," they repeated, offering her a pensive smile. "I've already seen pretty rough things, and, I mean... I know what you all do for a living. I'm not oblivious, Arlecchino. Any kid born and raised in Snezhnaya would know."
"I didn't think so," she assured. "No, I never once believed you to be oblivious... that much, I agree with. Childhood innocence does not thrive in this nation."
"You're right. It doesn't."
A comfortable silence settled for a moment. Arlecchino's battle-hardened hands were a calming force upon their shoulders.
"...Soo, how exactly are we planning on convincing Pantalone to let this happen?"
"Ah." She went quiet. "...That is the question."
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「 ✦ Fatui Harbingers x Signora's Sister! Reader, PART 2.5 ✦ 」
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Part 1 Part 2 [Part 2.5] Part 3
It's highly recommended to read the parts in order, otherwise few things will make sense!
Warnings: just me messing with Signora's lore because I can~
Word count: 1.3k
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And so, with Columbina serenely laying on your lap - and Scaramouche and Ajax's intimate gazes dispelling a part of those doubts that had haunted you for half a millenium...
a glimpse of your past was finally unveiled.
"Rosalyne and I were only half-sisters, and it sprouted a seed of discord between us before I was even old enough to understand what family meant. Albeit, what really drew us apart in the end was my father... or rather, the crime that he committed against the divine."
Twiddling with the warm, red crystal in your hands brought you no comfort - only reminded of a life time's worth of regret.
"A crime that manifested as the Pyro Vision I'm now holding. You could say it's... a symbolization of the Lohefalters' curse. But I was the one who made it possible, and what followed..."
You shook your head. "Well, I'll start from the beginning?"
"Our mother, Freya, a Mondstadter, once met a traveling alchemist from an unknown land. Papa and mama shamelessly fell in love, even though she was married with another man and had a young daughter. After she became pregnant with me, an illegitimate child, Rosalyne's father soon found out and they got divorced. She then married my father, and we all took his surname."
The looks in their eyes revealed that La Signora's colleagues had truly known nothing about her past.
But now, all they cared about was yours.
"Papa was quite fanatic when it came to his alchemic research, and one thing fascinated him above all else: the nature of Visions. He'd become particularly obsessed with a certain thought... could Visions be created alchemically and thus acquired without the blessing of the gods?"
A pained look flashed across Scaramouche's face - maybe one day he'd share why.
"Seeing as he was an outlander, the favor of the divine would never fall upon him in such a way. Maddened, he set out on a journey to achieve a Vision, not as a gift from the gods, but by making one himself."
Columbina tilted her head. "And... did he?"
"It sounds crazy," you sighed, "but he did. He managed to create an artificial Vision. It cost him his sanity and so much more, but regardless; decades of endless research and a myriad of sacrifices materialized in the form of a gemstone - a bright red crystal with a faintly glowing Pyro symbol in its core."
Your next words gained a spiteful undertone, not unnoticed by the others.
"But, he needed a test subject to confirm that this counterfeit Vision was applicable. That was me. Not just because he was insane, but because I was a fool. I only had to promise that I'd never tell the rest of my family, or anyone, about how I had received this 'acknowledgement' from 'Celestia'."
Ajax had an unreadable expression on his face - pity with a hint of disappointment and anger, perhaps.
"You agreed, then?" he asked.
"I was nine years old and rather naïve, so yes." You frowned. "But even as I grew older and understood better, on some level, I still accepted what papa had done..."
Scaramouche crossed his arms.
"But, surely... you didn't do this just to please your parent?"
"No," you shook your head, "or maybe that was a part of it as well. I couldn't say."
Yet someone saw right through you, as always.
"It had something to do with your sister, I presume?" Columbina's voice was gentle, like a mother
Ah, there it was - the void in your heart left behind by a broken kinship with the only sibling you ever had.
It was... more painful than you admitted.
"...I knew my Vision was a fake, but even so, it made me feel special. I'd always felt meritless, living my life in the shadow of the oh-so brilliant Rosalyne, who was both beautiful and academically talented. I... I was never looked at with such admiration."
"Although," your lips curved into a rueful smile, "ever since that day, I had something that she didn't - a Vision - and it harrowed her proud heart. Thus, a mutual feeling of jealousy grew between us, creating a rift that we never tried to overcome."
You shook your head. "At least I never did."
But a question still remained in the air, one that you were consciously avoiding for the sake of the horrible things that had once happened and could yet again occur because of it.
You didn't want to betray or hurt anyone, and even more than that, you wanted to protect yourself.
Yet the other Harbingers cared about you in such a strong, unconditional way, and you had started to harbor these strangely intimate feelings for them as well.
Perhaps you... really didn't need to hide anymore?
Columbina had sat up next you and now pulled you to lay on her lap instead, as she softly spoke:
"This Pyro Vision... you called it a curse - the Lohefalters' curse, or perhaps yours, but what makes you say this, I wonder? Was the cost you had to pay for this power much greater than you have let on, my angel?"
Scaramouche was staring at you intently. "I think we'd all like to know that."
You averted your gaze. "Even if it only gets darker?"
Ajax smiled, uncertain yet encouraging. "Even so."
"I... see. Well, if I had known that my broken relationship with Rosalyne wasn't even a foretaste of this horrible curse that I would end up carrying for centuries... that what papa had done would end up destroying things far, far more precious than just my family, I... I would have done differently, I'm sure of it..."
You sighed. "It's too late for amends, though. And this is all I have to say. For now."
No one was left satisfied by this, not even you yourself.
Their first instinct was to somehow confirm whether you had been telling the truth, having sensed that you were probably quite an adept liar (when you wanted to be).
But your reserved yet sincere eyes didn't invite any distrust.
Childe looked sympathetic, though there was a nuance of something else behind his cerulean gaze. When he smiled at you, the mannerism lacked his usual assertiveness.
"I... see. I'm... at a loss for words here, girlie."
The thought of you carrying these grim secrets all by yourself made the ginger Harbinger feel strangely protective of you, and he wasn't the only one - albeit the other two did a better job at hiding it.
Damselette's expression was curious yet enigmatic, indicating that she'd perhaps already figured out much more than you had told them.
Behind her innocent, uncaring demeanor, Columbina was a very shrewd person.
"Our little angel never ceases to fascinate~," she chuckled, caressing your hair.
The Balladeer's displeasure was evident.
"Ha!" he scoffed. "You've got some nerve, disclosing something of this gravity and then conveniently deciding to leave the rest of our questions unanswered. Moreover, with each secret you reveal, another one just takes its place."
Scaramouche's tone now took a softer hint - then again, maybe you just imagined it.
"Who am I to judge, of course... but isn't centuries of hiding enough, Twelfth?"
Though his opinion was harsh and undisguised, it had voiced the truth you wanted so hard to admit, but just couldn't. You found this... soothing, in a way.
As flames flickered in the fireplace, your heart wanted to stay here with them for a little while longer - each of their gazes embracing you very differently but all in a way that made you feel warm and safe; something quite rare in Snezhnaya.
Yet, with a cryptic smile, you stood up and walked away.
Whether sharing a part of your past had been a mistake, or the first step toward some kind of redemption, you couldn't yet tell. But it was clear that it had set into motion something irreversible.
It was only a matter of time before everyone would know...
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hi, i I have order~ I was curious... And what if Dottore invited the creator on a date, and other harbingers are shocked and jealous and try to take her away from Dottore (Plantonic Pulchinela, the rest all romantic)
"Would you like to go on a date with me?" Dottore asks.
"I would lo-" You said before someone cut you off.
"Absolutely not! She is too young! " Pulcinella yells.
You were his only unwilling granddaughter, and he is a loyal follower. Despite the fact that you're 18, he sees you as a young lady who he needs to take care of and protect.
"Are you sure you want to go out with him? You are aware about his experi-" Colombina was about to say before Dottore cut her off.
The other harbingers had tried to read off lists of reasons as to why going on a date with Dottore was a bad idea, but you're determined and in love. So, the date was scheduled and the other planned ways to ruin it. Mostly because the ones who loved you were jealous.
The plan for your date was to go to dinner, then a botanical garden, and then finally have a kiss under the moonlight. So naturally Pierro piled so much work on Dottore that he was an hour late to dinner.
"Pierro gave me extra work my dear, I am so sorry I was late," Dottore says as he apologizes to you.
You accept his apology and order . You noticed something about the waiter but you didn't know what.
The waiter is Scaramouche. He takes the drinks to your table... and spills drink on both of you.
You both clean yourselves up and wait for food, only for Scaramouche to once again spill something on you both, this time it was food. You both were pissed about the awful service. Meanwhile in a bush, Childe is spying on the event through binoculars and giving a thumbs up at Scara's actions. When you told the "waiter" the problem you had, he told you to "grow the hell up,".
Dottore was plotting the death of this "waiter" while you sat in shock at the rude response. The anger you both had you the two of you leave the restaurant.
Your next stop was the botanical gardens, and this is were Pulcinella comes in. He plays up the old man act. Loudy asking you to tell him about the plants and telling you to do your job when you say no.
"What are you talking about young lady? You clearly work here, how else would you know so much about the flowers here?" He asks in a belligerent tone.
Dottore leads you by the arm, but Pulcinella follows you both. By this point he was planning revenge against Pulcinella.
After you two outrun Pulcinella, you run into Childe and Arlecchino. Childe is extra loud when he starts trying to annoy you both into leaving. Arlecchino just watches him to make sure nothing to bad happens. The garden is big, the some harbingers are spread out just to keep ruining the date.
Eventually, Dottore leads you out of the garden and takes you back to the palace.
"I'm sorry the date was ruined," he says.
"It wasn't ruined sure there were some unpleasant moments and people, but it was still the best date I've ever had," you tell him.
He moves closer to you, and you do the same. Both closing your eyes you lean towards each other for a kiss, then you feel something stopping you from moving forward any more. When you open your eyes, Capitano and Pierro and using their arms to keep you and Dottore apart. Sighing you walk back to you room.
Certian harbingers celebrate the fact that they stopped you and Dottore from kissing... except they don't know you lead him to your room where you both shared a kiss.
#cult au#genshin fanfic#creator!reader#sagau#dottore x fem!reader#romantic fatui harbingers#platonic pulcinella#good lord the mayhem
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Harbingers! Y/n x child! Kaeya
I see alot of pierro and child! Kaeya hc and it was too cute to be ignored. But instead, how about we replace peirro with y/n. (all of this are just a hc, please don't take them seriously!)
Request are open! Read the rule here before requesting (any mistake were seen, please inform me!)
It was you and pierro who found him and at first, of course, a harbingers doesn't get too attached to someone specially kids. Usually they just despise them, really. But that's for you not pierro. He found the child rather intresting.
You don't even dare to question the existence of the child. He's just.... There. Of course, you being you.. You don't mind the kid being there unless he hand you the responsibility to take care of him like right now.
He watches you doing all the work as you try to focus. (keyword: tried) the fatui offer themselves to take care of him but the face he made... It was like telling you he wanted to stay close with you and pierro only. You did what he did and he seem a little happy. "don't expect too much.. I... I only did it because of pierro." you huffed while kaeya keep on smilling because he knew you didn't mean that word.
What do you mean? You don't spoil him, you never did. Pierro open the closets and saw bunch of food and toys and it's definitely for kaeya. "close it pierro! He's going to see it!!" you hate to admit that you grew attached to him after 4 months you were with him.
He's a quite kid and you are basically concerned and happy at the same time. He isn't noisy but your overthinking will say he's not comfortable talking to you. If he actually does talk to you, you would definitely listen no matter how long or short the conversation was. If you were talking to someone and he's trying to say something but didn't in the end you turn to him, hand on his both shoulder ready to listen ignoring the customer who were talking to you.
You teach him bad things such like. "don't go around and say hi to dottore, instead show middle finger at him and smile. He wouldn't dare to touch you since he knew pierro wouldn't allow anyone to harm you." how dumb could you be? Pierro hit you on the head as you whine at him. "ow pierro, I was just joking!"
"find some funny joke for once." he said taking kaeya away from you. You end up huffing in ur office and fall asleep after. You woke up to feel a blanket on top of you and saw a note on ur table.
All you just see is a scribble and after that it's a pierro handwriting. 'kaeya said he's scared if you end up catch a cold.' you fucking sobs right there and put the note on ur board behind you, who you use it to put evidence everytime a customer tried to scam you.
Sometimes you just won't let kaeya in ur office due to... Alot of blood. You killed them right after you show them proof using your weapon.. Anyone could smell the blood from ur room so you use a perfume to make it less obvious.
That one time you almost got killed by the unknown person and came back collapsed in your office. Poor kaeya who's reading a book you brought for him shocked to see you collapse right after you close the door. (he cried because he thought you died :(
You become so close to the fact you become warmer to him and you didn't even try to show that you have a soft spot for him. Treat him like ur own siblings. Both of you rather spend time together alot more often than usual.
"what will you do if I was send away n/n? (nickname)" kaeya ask out of all sudden while you two were resting outside. "whys the sudden question kiddo?" you ruffle his hair seeing the snow fell from his hair. "... Nevermind, just a thought I promise n/n!"
You meet up with pierro in his office. "have you find a nice family that will take care of kaeya?" you ask pierro, your voice weren't calm but ur face was. "i do. We'll send him tomorrow, I just forgot to tell you that." this fucking old man is testing ur patience.
"we? No no, you send him. I have... Matter to do.." you said walking towards the door. Just as you were about to leave pierro called your name. "y/n, I know your sad about kaeya leaving." your turn to him and huffed. "me? Sad? Don't be ridiculous, never in my history I have ever care about a stupid kid." that wasn't true. You truly love him, you wanted to keep him and make him ur sibling. You still want to spoil him rotten.
You wanted him to be ur replacer if you end up dying. There's no way you could live a day without him. You left his office and saw kaeya infront of you. You were too shocked. Did he hear everything?
"kaeya I..." he ran into pierro room as you stared at the ground. You were too harsh to a kid. What were you even thinking? He's a kid, he can't take harsh joke.
That night you went inside pierro office and saw him working. "give this to kaeya, I know he's insecure about his other eye. Don't you dare tell him that it's from me." you left as pierro stare at the eyepatch and smirk. "you'll get over him soon enough."
"for me?" kaeya ask holding a tiny box. "open them." pierro command as he did. He took out an eyepatch and went quite. "suprise, wear them pirate" Kaeya wear them and it he absolutely love it. "thanks Mr pierro !" pierro took his hand ready to head to mondstadt.
Just as before pierro fully let go of kaeya hands he lean down and whisper to kaeya. "y/n is watching, truly they didn't want you to go but they have to accept the reality. Instead they made you this eyepatch as an apology and as a farewell." kaeya was quite for the whole time and nodded.
And that's it, he was gone to a new family who could treat him better. You knew he is still shy to new people so you wish him the best. 'silly kid.' you thought before leaving mondstadt to continue ur work.
You never expected to see him still wearing an eyepatch you brought him years ago.
#genshin impact#fluff#genshin fluff#genshin x reader#genshin impact kaeya#genshin imagines#genshin headcanons#kaeya ragnvindr#kaeya alberich#kaeya headcanons#platonic#genshin platonic#harbingers platonic#genshin harbingers#fatui harbingers#pierro
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Hello! I hope you had a great day. For your new event can i request 🌻 + 🦋 with Il Dottore platonic yandere?
Title: He found something interesting
Character(s): Il Dottore (Genshin Impact)
Summary: Il Dottore looked down at a small girl who has been following him where ever he went in the hospital. He found something in her eyes that made him curious to what the future may hold.
Warnings/tags: Platonic yandere (but not really oblivious?), fem!reader, child!reader, Dottore and the place being the hospital that Collei was sent before and suffered should be a warning itself, dark themes, drabble
[ - A little present~! Event - Closed - ]
"You shouldn't be snooping around here little girl go back to your room."
You jumped at the voice looking to your side up and seeing the man you were looking for. You were caught.
"Don't think I wouldn't have noticed you following me whenever I come here." You looked down unable to look at his smiling face looking down on you, embarrassed that you were found so easily. "Now child why were you following me and I might just let you go."
You still could not look at the man's face. Flushing shyly, you were ignorant to the voices of pain and groans of others, their skin littered with scales or maybe you have grown too used to them.
"Go on now child. I am not the most patient person." The doctor tried to push again, forcing you to hurry up. You wondered if this heavy pressure was something that the others who followed him experienced often. The cold tension, unable to breathe in fear you might make a mistake in front of him.
"...The doctors all told me that you are an amazing person, kind to the poor who need help when the doctors of Sumeru could not help them. You reached out to help them." you looked up a little when Dottore noticed your arms wrapped with bandages, little scales peeking out from them. There was hope in your eyes.
Such a foolish girl.
But none the less amusing to watch.
When your eyes were filled to the brim with adoration and curiosity. Naive he thought to himself but this was far more interesting to see than seeing people so close to their own death bed. You were just the same really but it seems it wasn't really that bad currently seeing that you were able to walk and talk to him like this.
Yet he wondered if he saw something else in your eyes just for a moment there. Something far from innocent and naive but more dangerous.
...
"Hmm rather than watching from afar why don't you stay by my side while I visit the rest of the patients, girl? So long as you stay quiet and don't disturb my work I will let you watch." He watched to laugh when your eyes sparkled in excitement as you nodded in furiously.
There was a spark in your eyes that he didnt see before. Something that he possessed when he was young, a greed for knowledge, the type that would gobble anything for themselves to keep and push away others. One that will manipulate others even when they are not conscious of their own doing. One that wants to feel full yet never satisfied.
It didn't matter if the knowledge was sane or not.
'Interesting.' Dottore thought to himself.
He wondered what would happen if he fueled this interest.
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Lost
Yandere!Platonic!Pierro x Child!Fem!Reader
It was the worst day in Y/n's life, it seemed to her that everything, absolutely everything turned against her. She and her parents came to Snezhnaya to relax and have a good time: make a snowman, go ice skating, try local food and, of course, sit by the warm fireplace. However on the fifth day of their stay, she got lost. They decided to go to the square and there were a lot of people there, she cried until late in the evening, standing in one place, as she was taught.
Fortunately, then Y/n met Pierro, who offered her his help. He said that tomorrow he would definitely help her find her parents and took her to his place. Every subsequent day he told her that he was searching them, but there were no results and the girl continued to live with him.
Today was the last day of her parents' stay in Snezhnaya, according to the plan they were supposed to leave in two hours today. And this realization of the inevitable mercilessly pressed on her, and a severe illness only worsened everything.
Suddenly a thought occurred to her.
What if they meet their parents at the port? What if they were waiting for her there?
She was feverish, but these two thoughts gave her great strength and hope. She quickly put on a warm jacket over the beginning and prepared to leave. There was simply no time to go into the room allocated to her for things, and she did not want to run into her grandfather, she knew that he would not approve if she went outside sick, but she simply could not miss this chance. However, she still had a conscience in her, so Y/n wrote a farewell note in her childish and not legible handwriting, just in case, and then, in order not to catch the eyes of the servants, she climbed through the window, since the floor allowed.
Y/n was cold, very cold, but she was grateful to the cryo archon for the sun, which was not hiding and the wind, which was not blow. The girl approached everyone for help, and some merchants who were also going to the port agreed to help her, even gave her their coat. Was luck on her side again?
They arrived at the port about an hour later and the girl knew she still had a chance. She immediately started looking around at all the people and... YES. Her parents were there, she saw them asking something from the security at the port.
"Mom! Dad!"
Y/n immediately rushed to meet them, shouting at them. There were a lot of people and she was far away from them, so they didn't hear her, but it didn't matter because she sees them, which means everything will be fine soon and they will go home together.
"Mom! Da...!"
Suddenly, the large figure of the harbinger leader appeared in front of her. At first, the girl was scared, but after seeing Pierro, she was delighted.
"Grandfather! I finally found my parents and now I can leave with them."
The smile did not disappear from the girl's face as she hugged the leader's legs. He was again surrounded by a large number of people in the form of fatui, but she didn't really care. Pierro took off someone else's coat and handed it into the hands of one of the fatui, after which he felt the girl's forehead.
"Grandpa?"
"You're burning up, Y/n."
Sensing that something was wrong, she wanted to back away, but Pierro did not allow this to happen. He quickly grabbed it and hid it in the bosom of his coat. Y/n froze.
"Tell them that she drowned and, if necessary, show them the prepared evidence."
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FATUI X ROBOT CHILD READER WHO WAS MADE FOR SINGING BUT SHE WAS SCRAPPED
Oooooo that’s a super interesting concept!!
Sandrone is definitely taking the most interest. She’ll probably try and see if she can repurpose them to do some different jobs, and maybe she’ll tune the singing aspect as well whilst she’s at it
And Columbina is going to adore them! She’d love to sing songs together with them every now and then! The other harbingers will probably also get to hear so many ‘concerts’ that the two of them will put on together
#genshin#genshin impact#platonic genshin#platonic genshin impact#platonic fatui#Sandrone#columbina#platonic Sandrone#platonic Columbina#platonic harbingers#platonic x reader#platonic genshin x reader#gn reader
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