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Sticking Point

This is a REALLY old drabble that I never intended on posting. I edited dialogue tags a little but not much else. This takes place around a year or two before where they are now, ie they're not living together in this nor are they together in an official capacity. Also I hadn't given Zippie his backup pronouns yet so entirely she/her drabble be upon ye. Content warning? In order to get Zippie lore you must endure 15 seconds of boob grabbing, hope you understand. Other suggestive conversation as well but nothing explicit. Characters: Zippie, Bessba

Zipper had always had good control of her nerves. She had to, considering the usual, sparking consequences if she didn't.

Unfortunately, tonight was the night she unraveled. On purpose, even. The edges of her façade frayed with every step up to Bessba's apartment. The aggressive crinkling of the plastic under her arm certainly didn't help. Flowers. Roses. They're too much. What had she been thinking getting this many? In Bess' colors too?

Running back downstairs was a tempting option, one she seriously considered until she landed in front of Bess' door.

"Oh fuck me," she mumbled sliding her hand over her already slicked back hair. She knocked hard three times, wondering if Bess could even hear that. Maybe flowers weren't enough. Maybe she should have brought chocolate. Or pickles.

"Coming!!" She heard muffled and far away from behind the door. Zippie gripped the rose stems tighter, her breathing nearly stopped in her chest. Bess… She'd finally truly gotten over hating what hearing her voice did to her, and now just ached to hear more of it.

In a hasty motion she hid the pink and orange bouquet behind her back, just as the door swung in.

Bess was makeupless- white lashes and brows stark against her skin- and very comfortable looking. Shorts short enough to be swallowed up by the shirt she wore- which, Zippie realized with a thud of her heart- was hers.

"Zippie!" She grinned, stepping back inside, but promptly covering her face with a hand. "Oh my godd if I knew you were coming I would have actually gotten dressed."

"It's fine," Zippie said, shutting and locking the door behind her with one hand. "I like you in my clothes."

A touch of pink rose to Bessba's cheeks. She made as if she were going to defend herself, but stopped.

"Are… those for me?" she asked, eying the roses in her hand. Zippie looked away, offering them less ceremoniously than she'd intended to.

"Uh, yeah. I saw them and thought of you." Not entirely untrue, but she had made sure that this bouquet specifically was just the right colors.

Bess' flush deepened when she took them, a heart wrenching little smile on her face when she looked from them to Zippie.

"Well, um. Thanks," she said, looking somewhat expectantly at Zippie.

"Oh, right," she said after a beat. She unhooked the mask from behind her ears and tucked it in her pocket. She kicked off her boots at Bess' door as well.

"There you are!" A real grin spread across Bess' face again. She leaned and kissed Zippie on the marred cheek. Anything she had to say was lost to the warmth that rushed to her face.

Bessba laced her fingers through Zippie's, dragging her through the semi open plan apartment to the kitchen. The excitement pouring through her palm was almost overwhelming.

"So what brings you around? You've been, like, hard to get ahold of." Bess ducked under the sink counter, leaving her flowers on top.

"Oh y’know. I was in the neighborhood." Zippie shrugged, willing her throat to be less dry. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"Omg no, of course not." Bess thunked a pretty pink vase up on the counter, standing up. "Like, you're always allowed to drop in!" As she spoke, she saw to moving her flowers to a nicer home to slowly die in. "These are super pretty by the way."

"I knew they reminded me of you for a reason," Zippie said, a little smile pulling at her mouth. She stepped to Bessba's side, putting an arm around her waist. She pecked her on the cool cheek, doing it again when she turned pink.

"How've you been, Bess?" she murmured, watching as Bess shakily fixed her arrangement in the vase. "I am sorry. I've been busy."

"It's- I mean, I'm fine," she stammered, leaning into Zippie's touch. "I missed you. A little."

"I missed you too," Zippie hummed, somewhat into her gills. "I've been… Thinking about things, Bessie." She hesitated before continuing.

"...Us."

Bessba stiffened under her touch, turning her head so she could look at her.

"Really?" she asked, her voice uneven. Zippie could feel her pulse quicken, and a lot of emotions radiate off of her at once.

"Mhm. I… want… I wanna make us work, Bess."

"Zippie, I-"

"But."

"...But."

"I- Bess I need you to know who I am. Was."

"...Okay."

Zippie shifted, taking both of Bessba's hands in hers. Zippie couldn't quite meet Bess' big, confused eyes. Zippie pulled her back, leading her across the room to Bess' couch before she said anything else. Bessba allowed herself to be lead and sat down.

Zippie sighed, sitting cross legged on the cushion next to her. Bess watched expectantly as Zippie plucked the grey contacts out of her eyes, placing them in their little case.

"That's better," she said, though she sounded unsure if it was. Zippie already felt more exposed than she wanted to be tonight, but less than she was going to be.

Far, far less.

"You know my name's not really Zipper." She started, taking Bessba's hand again.

"Um, I kind of thought so," Bessba nodded, watching Zippie play with her fingers. "But it… is? Like… to most of us."

"I know. I want to keep it that way, but… I want you to know."

Bessba paused and pursed her lips, looking at Zippie carefully.

"Does anyone else…"

"Amy met me before I took on Zipper," Zippie sighed. "So did Zeke. But, uh, nobody else alive." Bess nodded.

"My name is- I'm Zvejia," Zippie said slowly, her own name foreign but relieving on her tongue. "Gozjam."

"Z-Zvejia Gozjam." Bess repeated, struggling a bit on pronunciation. A strange sort of chill shot through Zippie when she said it.

"I like it," she said, scooting slightly closer. "Do… you want me to call you Zvejia when we're, like, alone..?"

"Please," Zvejia said, almost aching to hear her say it again. "I'm… uh… not from the city. I'm from the woods. The swamp."

"Ohh like me!"

"Too much like you," Zvejia sighed, running her thumb over the botched stitch marks on her cheeks.

"Huh?" Bess tilted her head, studying Zippie carefully. Then, after a moment, she clapped a hand to her mouth.

"Oh my god no way."

"Mm," Zvejia hummed. She took Bessba’s other hand, gently leading it to her rough cheek. Bess hesitated, but ran her cool fingers against the raised scarring. She traced the X shape leading from near her ears to her lips, following where those lines extended to her chin.

“All this…”

“I… got the fins on my face dealt with when I was real young. Too young. Did it myself, actually,” Zippie said, tentatively leaning into her touch. Bessba wordlessly followed the line of her jaw to her throat. Zippie stopped her before she could get too far down.

“That one actually was a botched throat slitting, sweetheart.”

“Oh. Sorry.” Bessba scooched closer putting her hand back onto Zippie’s cheek.

“So…”

“So… I…” Zvejia took a shaky breath, lacing her fingers through Bessba’s. “I need a second. Hang on.” Her breathing was starting to feel shallower as her ‘second’ quickly turned to more of a ‘minute.’

“Zip- Zvejia?” Bessba asked, alarmed. With her hand still on her face, Zippie could feel her concern grinding against her own bubbling panic attack. She pulled back, putting her face in her hands and shaking her head. Bess was still close enough to feel her… hurt? about being pushed away. It was under swirling layers of confusion, so it was hard to tell.

"Nnh, I'm sorry. Hang on. Hang on."

Bess watched Zvejia try to settle her own breathing. Touching her unprompted was out of the question, so was interrupting her breathing pace, so Bess felt frustratingly useless like this. Zippie’s wrist rivets sparked green a few times before the rise and fall of her chest evened out.

"My powers…" Zippie sighed with her head still in her hands after a moment. "When you touch me like that I feel… things."

"...Things?" Bess tilted her head, daring to scoot a little closer now. Zippie nodded and lay her hand over Bess'.

"Aside from the regular things you make me feel… Your feelings."

"My- oh. Oh. Is- oh snakes that's embarrassing. You can... like, read minds?"

"No. Just… emotional… sparks. It's loudest when I'm skin to skin. With you, especially." Bess made a cute little ‘hm’ and put her other hand over Zippie's.

"What am I feeling right now?" she asked, staring at her intently. Zvejia snorted and laced their fingers together.

"...Curious. Surprised..? Something else... but that could just be me."

Bessba hummed, carefully placing her free hand back on Zvejia's cheek. Zvejia shivered, but didn’t look away from her or the big pink eyes taking in her features.

"What about now?" Bessba breathed, holding herself mere inches from her face. Even if Zippie couldn’t feel the heartache firing off her fingers and mixing with her own, it was impossible not to see it in her eyes anyway.

“Bess…” she sighed, pressing her forehead against Bessba’s. “I’m sorry. I love you.”

“I love you too, Z- Zvejia.” Bessba murmured. Her gills fluttered and she leaned in, kissing Zippie in a way she never quite had the opportunity to before. Zvejia pulled her closer with an arm around her waist, pulling her up onto her lap.

“I wasn’t done,” she breathed against her neck. Bessba rested her cheek against Zvejia’s forehead.

“You don’t have to talk about it.” Bess softly ran her hand along the scars on her cheeks.

“But I want to.” Zvejia grumbled, tapping her fingers against the tattoo on Bessba’s upper thigh. “I don’t think we… I can do this until I do. And its- I can’t. Not without... Ugh.”

“Shhh, we have time, baby,” Bess cooed, her voice almost more soothing than her touch. Zippie flushed at the pet name, her foundationless cheeks giving her away in an instant. Bessba grinned and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“Stay the rest of the day?” she offered when Zvejia didn’t respond. “We can work up to the next part?”

Zvejia hummed, lacing her fingers back through Bessba’s.

“I guess…” she said, leaning back slightly to look at her better. “What do we do until then, hm sweetheart?”

The sound of Zvejia’s gravelly voice calling her sweetheart turned Bessba pink. The spark of her emotions was… complex to say the least.

“Oh I felt that one, babygirl,” Zvejia said with a crooked smirk.

“Shut uuup,” Bess huffed, turning away. Zvejia tilted her face back towards her, nearly touching her lips with her own.

“Hmm, no. You’re cute when you’re embarrassed,” she said, keeping her voice in that same low purr.

“Ugh you’re so annoying,” Bessba said, getting her arms comfortable around Zippie’s shoulders before kissing her again. Zippie grinned into their kiss, putting her hands up Bessba’s shirt to get a good hold on her waist.

“Wait.”

“Hm?” Zvejia paused, drumming her fingers on her back. “What’s up?”

“If... you can feel what I feel… does me feeling… uh the way you make me feel make you feel… like that too?”

“Bess... what?”

Bessba flushed, flustered through the tips of Zippie’s fingers.

“I- y’know, like. If I’m all hot for you does it… do anything for you if you can feel that?”

Zvejia snorted, which turned into a wheezy laugh after a few seconds.

“Hey, don’t laugh at me!” Bess protested, even though Zippie’s laugh was close to becoming contagious.

“It’s a funny question, Bessie,” she grinned, pecking her on the lips. “Mmm as for the answer… Sort of. You do somethin’ else entirely to me as it is, princess. Knowin’ it’s me who gets you all hot and bothered would do a lot for me even if I couldn’t feel it.” Zvejia moved her hand up her shirt, grabbing one of Bessba’s braless boobs. Bess gasped when she rolled the bar in her nipple with her thumb.

“Oh actually yeah that does something for me now that i think about it.” Zippie said through a grin. “Go figure.”

“Oh my god you are like actually the worst.” Bess half moaned.

“Want me to stop?” Zippie offered, knowing the answer.

“Nnnh keep touching me. Kiss me again too while you’re at it.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Zvejia did as requested, running her other fingers across Bessba’s gills when she leaned back up to Bess’ face. Bess shivered. She leaned into Zvejia’s kiss, her touch. After a moment, she shifted in her lap, pulling her shirt up over her head. Zippie adjusted so Bess could better straddle her.

“Aw, aren’t you gonna get cold, princess?” She teased as Bess struggled to get the collar around her horns.

“Um, no. That’s what you’re here for.” Zippie laughed and Bess threw her shirt behind the couch.

“Yeah, Bess?” Zippie asked with a grin. Bessba nodded and pressed herself up against her. Zvejia ran her knuckles up Bess’ back.

“Mhmm. You wouldn’t let me freeze, would you Zvejia?” She asked with a little pout. Zvejia’s smile faltered a little bit, making Bessba pause.

“Bad?” she asked, concerned once again. “If Zvejia’s too weird-”

“It’s not that Bessie,” Zvejia sighed, “I like hearing it, especially from you, it’s… I don’t even know what it is. There’s something wrong with me.”

“Right. Um. I can… put my shirt back on then.”

“I mean-”

“I am nooot sitting here with my tits out if you’re not doing anything with them.” Bessba huffed, sitting up on her lap.

“What if I need a stress ball or two? I'm very fragile right now.” Bessba gave her a look. “Alright, alright, actually, I have a better idea. Hop off for a second hon.” Bess backed off back to her side of the couch. Zvejia sat up and pulled off her own shirt, looking almost more clothed with how much of her skin was covered in ink. She tossed it at Bess, then rubbed her own neck.

“There we go. Two birds. Here-” Zvejia sighed shakily and turned her back to Bessba, crossing her legs under her. In the busyness of the tattoos that swirled around her shoulders, the raised rivets that followed the lines of her shoulder blades twinkled in Bess’ apartment lights.

“I want… you to touch my back.” She said, sounding unsure of that herself. She pulled her hair over over her shoulder as Bess got dressed.

“I- Zippie?” Bess sounded somewhat alarmed. “Are- are you sure? I thought-”

“Be gentle with me, Bess,” she sighed. “But yes.”

Bessba cautiously moved forward, adjusting her new shirt as she did so. Her fingers found the raised scarring around one of those rivets- nearly invisible in the intricate snake patterning that sat there.

“My… powers didn’t used to be like this,” Zippie said, tensing up as Bessba explored further. She let off feeling her do so, but kept her fingers on her back. “But I wanted to be stronger. So we joined a cult.”

Bess paused for a moment, but let Zvejia continue.

“There was this guy. Purple. Powerful. Magic is the only way to describe what he could do. I wanted that. To be able to protect myself and-”

Zvejia took a deep breath, touching her fingers to her temples.

“It started off as normal as cult shit gets. ‘I am God and I can give you my blessing’ blah blah blah. ‘Move into our little religious compound so we can keep you safe and under our eye.’ Y’know. Normal. We were skeptical, me not nearly enough, but it was… fine for the most part.

“He saw something in us. And a few others. I’m not sure how many of us he brought to the labs, but there were enough.”

Bessba traced between her rivets, gentle enough to make Zippie shiver, but rough enough to keep her mind in Bessba’s apartment. For the most part.

“I was eager at that point. So was… she… But it could have been for my sake. It probably was.” Zvejia sniffed, and let out a shaky breath.

“The shit he and his warden did to us… I got what I fuckin wanted, but I died for it. My lusus did. And for that I… got plugged into the facility’s power grid.”

“Oh- Zippie no-”

“Mm.” Zvejia shifted slightly, resting her head on the arm of the couch. Bess ran her thumb over one of her rivets, making Zvejia shiver.

“I… got out… Eventually…”

“Not... we?”

“I hate that you’re observant when you want to be,” Zvejia grumbled. “Not we.”

Bessba waited for a moment, speaking again when Zvejia wouldn’t.

“Was it… Endara?” She asked quietly, trailing her fingers across the arm that held that same name. Zvejia clenched her fist and nodded.

“It was her idea to get out of there. They did shit to her too, different, but… I just… we weren't supposed to make it. I don’t know how I did. We overloaded the fucking place and blew a crater into Delhon but I got out without a scratch on me somehow.

“Well... No new scratches, anyway.” Zvejia sighed and leaned into Bessba’s touch feeling… almost soothed by it.

“I’m… sorry, Zee,” Bess said softly, pressing a kiss between her shoulders. Then another one, trailing up between each rivet.

“It’s not your fault.” Zvejia shivered against her lips. “But that’s… Mostly it. I- obviously there’s more, but… I mean…”

“Can I ask you something, Zvejia?” Bess asked, shifting back as Zvejia started to sit back up.

“Go ahead, darlin'.”

“How old are you?”

Zvejia smiled an almost sad sort of smile.

“Thirty… six I think. I spent a lot of time down there so I don’t really remember. Why?”

“Ohhh so you’re, like, oollld,” Bess teased, settling back in against Zvejia’s bare chest. She snorted and flicked at one of Bessba’s fins.

“Ten sweeps ain’t mean that much at your age, do they Bess?” She asked, somewhat amused. Bess stuck her tongue out, tracing the lightning on Zippie’s chest.

“Maybe I think old women are hot,” Bessba said with confidence. Zvejia laughed and squeezed her closer, giving her a kiss on her forehead.

“Shut up. I- you know it feels… better getting that much off my chest.” Zvejia paused for a moment, looking into Bessba’s big pink eyes. She was unsure if the overwhelming affection she was feeling was from the sparse contact Bess was making with her bare skin, or if it was just… Bessba. The affect she had on her and her impeccable nerves. It could be neither. Both. Something divine. Either way, she was positive of at least one thing:

“I want you to be mine,” she murmured.

“I always have been,” Bess whispered back.

“I love you Bessba. I’m- in love with you. ” Zvejia pulled Bess’ face closer, feeling her own cheeks warm at her earnestness. “I should have done this sooner.”

“I get why you couldn’t,” Bess sniffed, “I’m, like, super in love with you too.”

Zvejia kissed her, softer than Zippie tended to be, even with Bess. She felt Bessba sigh, lazily wrapping her arms around her neck.

“Anything you want, Bessba.” Zippie murmured. “I will do anything you want me to, for as long as I can.”

“...Does that mean I can have the-”

“No it does not. Now c’mere.”

Zvejia kissed her again, this time taking Bessba's face between her palms.

#Zilly drabbles #Zippie tag #Bessba tag #Zipper Anthem #Bessba Vionyi #Thundersnow #the way i describe zippies voice in this is so sexy i might pass away #remembers how i made her sound like: oh shes HOT hot

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poorgay · 1 year

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mock childe voice lines for the childe 8+ moms au

note: this au assumes that the abyss is where genshin women who "die" offscreen run off to after faking their death, your 🫵 fave can be in the nightmare polycule too: for the low, low price of dubious ethics. (thank you @/8147, my co-conspirator )

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About Family: Mothers

Tartaglia: Family is one of the most important things to me. It even comes before fighting! Though, some people tend to balk at the size of mine..

Traveler: *cough* thats what she said... *cough*

Paimon: How big is your family, in terms of food of course! Like three Sweet Madames?

Tartaglia: Haha, more like 15 Pile 'Em Ups.

Paimon: Even Paimon couldnt eat all that...

Tartaglia: Ignoring my siblings, I alone have 8?.. Wait, no I think its 10 moms?

Paimon: 10! Are they trying to set a record or something?

Tartaglia: Yeah actually.

Traveler: Wow. Mothers Day shopping must be a nightmare

Tartaglia: Lets just say I'm lucky to have a harbingers salary...

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About the Tsaritsa: Family

Tartaglia: Her majesty The Tsaritsa! I could sing her praises all day! Shes the best! Hm? Wait, you want to know about my relation to the tsaritsa? Ah, lemme guess, this is about her calling me сын right? HEY WAIT, DO YOU THINK MY POSITION IN THE FATUI IS BASED OFF OF NEPOTISM?!

Paimon: Well.. Paimon wasn't gonna say anything...

Tartaglia: Do you want me to show you how I earned my position little comrade?

Paimon: P-Paimon says no thanks!

Traveler: Haven't you lost in every battle we've ever had? Isn't the 10th seat emp-

Tartaglia: Anyways, I have no clue why she calls me that. We aren't related as far as I know. It's just for some reason, scary women start...adopting me? It happens all the time; I've stopped questioning it. Though out of all of them, she tends to be the peace maker. I refuse to call her Мамулечка though, thats too informal for Her Majesty, I don't care what she says. Maybe Маменька or *snickers* Матушка *chuckles*

Paimon: Paimon doesn't get it...

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About Raiden Makoto: Family

Tartaglia: Makoto.... Makoto.... That name sounds familiar... Oh! You mean haha-ue? Shes the best! What I know about her?... Well... she tends to look outside the palace windows ... longingly? muttering something or other about "How she wishes Inazuma could know this type of peaceful eternity." She actually writes poetry about the subject pretty often, I guess she's bummed about the vision hunt decree?

Paimon: That sounds like someone we know- WAIT THE TSARITSA IS KEEPING BAAL HOSTAGE!!??

Tartaglia: 1) SHES WHO?! 2) rude 3) I offered to take her with me for a mission there and she refused. Saying something about "Having made her peace with it", "This is the only way" and "Ei would kill me if she knew i faked my death give it another 1000 years" Honestly, what is with old people and speaking in riddles...

Paimon: Paimon thinks you're not..never mind

Tartaglia: Other than that, she seems pretty content acting like the Tsaritsa's house wife, and, not to put them against eachother, but her omurice,,, man it puts Xiangling to shame.

Paimon: Huh... Paimon guesses even twins can be completely different.

Traveler: And children.

Tartaglia: Hm?

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About Guizhong: Family

Tartaglia: Niáng!! Shes the best! I didnt know her until recently, but MAN is it good to have someone to rag on Zh-....

Paimon: Paimon thought you were over that?

Tartaglia: ... Ehe, of course, a warrior never lets past misgivings ruin his judgement. Anyways Niángs always doing something, either improving weapons for us to use-

Paimon: GUIZHONGS HELPING THE FATUI??

-making music with haha-ue or tending to the "garden" master keeps. Its always hard to pin her down to one place. Remarkable how so much energy can fit into one tiny body and how she keeps her hanfu clean...

Paimon: reminds Paimon of someone

Traveler: Oh but he isn't tiny...

Tartaglia: I'm getting sick of you and your sass.

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About Skirk: Family

Tartaglia: Master Skirk.. she taught me everything I knew when I was at my lowest. Shes the best! She doesn't talk much but when she does I always keep my ears peeled. A warrior must always take any opportunity handed to him!

Paimon: Uh-huh

Traveler: ...

Tartaglia: HEY! DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT! It came in handy with Zh.. Anyways, She always seemed lonely back in the Abyss, I'm glad she has her partners back.

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About the Damselette: Family

Tartaglia: She... creeps me out... Even more when she asks me to call her Mami. I don't understand how the others get along with her so well.. maybe cause shes quiet? Even then... she can be a total chatterbox with Lwalida... Wierdly enough the two hate each other? I dont know, best not to question it.

Traveler: Ah, a universal classic, two people coming together for juicy gossip. Speaking of which, Childe did you hear

Paimon: Hey! Hey! Hey! Don't leave Paimon out! Paimon wants to know too!

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About the Knave: Family

Tartaglia: I don't trust her at ALL. I am NOT calling her Мамулечка. Her and Skirk get along pretty well though. I think it's the silent knight vibe that draws everyone else in. Niáng is constantly pestering her over what's up with her eyes... I'm kinda curious too but I doubt we'll ever get an answer.

Paimon: Paimon thinks you're one to talk.

Tartaglia: HEY! My eyes are a part of my charm!

Traveler: Whatever helps you sleep at night.

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About Rhinedottir: Family

Tartaglia: Móðir? Yeah shes the best! I first met her a bit after I came out the Abyss, She said "Hey, you! You're Skirk's boy right? Well you're my kid now too." and I just went along with it.

Traveler: ...That seems a little, "out-of-character" for you.

Tartaglia: Listen, when you're 14 and find a woman with 80 different rifthounds following her You Do Not Ask Questions. Besides, she shows me more applications for my Foul Legacy and I, Tartaglia, am-

Traveler and Paimon: ...Always getting stronger, trust us we know.

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About Alice: Family

Tartaglia: Mutti! She's the best! She made me this special map of Teyvat with the most dangerous places highlighted and gold starred! Oh oh an- HEY! WAIT GIVE THAT BACK!

Paimon: No can do! For the safety of Teyvat, Pretty Guardian Sailor Paimon is confiscating this!

Tartaglia: *Sigh* fine, Anyways It's always great to meet another defender of childhood dreams! Though... shes a bit too good at it

Traveler: That coming from you...

Paimon: Paimons worried...

Tartaglia: Heh, lets just say its good she doesn't come around often

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About Istaroth: Family

Tartaglia: Okan! Shes the best! Whenever she comes over she brings stuff I could never dream of! Everyone gets super excited for her visits, even the damselette! For example, on last week she brought this!

Traveler: Wait. Is that a fucking Among Us Pop-it.

Tartaglia: Oh right! You've been to other worlds as well! She said it's supposed to "help my focus as a warrior."! Apparently Master Skirk complained too much after she gave me this potion called a "Monster Energy" so she gave me this instead!

Traveler: Do me a favor. Never accept anything from her ever again. In fact burn everything she gives you

Tartaglia: Ha! As if! It's not like you to be jealous Traveler. Don't worry I'll ask her to get you something comrade.

Traveler: Y'know what. Fine, ask her to bring Tik Tok, thats the perfect gift for you. 'was getting bored anyways

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About the Goddess of Flowers: Family

Tartaglia: Lwalida! Shes the best! She works closely with Her Majesty. Apparently she was behind the theatrical names for the Harbingers. She taught me how to master the perfect fake cry to catch my enemies off guard!

Paimon: Paimon doesnt think anyone would fall for that.

Tartaglia: I'll have you know I've always gotten encores whenever I've preformed at the снежный шар theater thank you very much.

Paimon: Hm... You sure they weren't scared of you?

Tartaglia: That too. But Lwalida is a really good actor, in fact she's a legend in the Fatui. She's held the highest ranking on the Fatui faked death leaderboard for 500 years now!

Traveler: They have a leaderboard for that?

Tartaglia: Oh yeah, It's really intense. Some people have bet over 600 million mora on La Signora not being dead.

Traveler:....

Paimon: ...

Traveller: New plan! Paimon, we're headed to Snezhnaya!

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fin!

(masterpost for this au here)

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