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solvalley · 6 months ago
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AURORA. — Arlecchino's child has never seen the aurora in Snezhnaya before.
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— trigger & content warnings. none applicable!
— pairings & notes. fluff. arlecchino & reader. reader is a member of the house of the hearth, is at least around 15 but is otherwise ambiguous in age, and is implied to be arlecchino's chosen successor. reader is gender neutral (they/them pronouns used). arlecchino is suggested to be taller than the reader by quite a bit. 0.8k words.
— author's thoughts. arlecchino my beloved RAHHH she is literally the best fatui harbinger imo. i love you arle no. 4 of the fatui harbingers 🗣🗣❗️❗️❗️ i am surprised by the lack of platonic arlecchino fics!??!?! she is literally called father guys please /lh
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       "Father..."
       Shadowing under the Fourth of the Fatui Harbingers during one of her trips to Snezhnaya was, no doubt, nervewracking and tiring despite them never needing to do anything other than follow her around; Arlecchino simply wouldn't allow some of her coworkers to even look in their direction, let alone try to speak to them. Some, like Tartaglia, however, were momentarily permitted to; Childe had talked their ear off while Arlecchino was occupied with the Regrator and the Rooster, though they could only wordlessly nod in response to the never-ending chatter about his siblings. 'You should come by sometime,' he had said. 'You kids from the Hearth are a good lot, and my family would be more than happy to have visitors.'
       Nevertheless, really, they hadn't done much at all... but perhaps the anxiety of dipping their toes into their Harbinger's responsibilities—the ones that they may very well inherit one day—was a valid enough reason to be so mentally tired.
       Standing close behind her, listening to her speak with her coworkers (it was quite amusing to see the glare and scowl fixed on her face when she needed to speak to the Doctor—she never looked at them or any of their siblings like that—though the sheer terror his presence induced was enough to drown that amusement out), seeing the details of her responsibilities that others could not...
       They were certain that they must've said a mere one or two words during the whole visit—a "Yes, Father" or a "No, Father," directed at none other than their Harbinger and her alone.
       Exhaustion and cold seeped into their bones, but nonetheless, they had stopped trailing after her and stared up in wonderment.
       Arlecchino stopped shortly after they did, turning back to them. "What is it?"
       Colors danced freely in the nighttime Snezhnayan sky. Despite the chill permeating their flesh (they were reminded that they probably should have dressed a bit more warmly, but they weren't familiar with the Motherland, and therefore didn't anticipate how cold the night would get), they felt no compulsion to rush.
       "Look. The aurora," they murmured, eyes wide with awe and wonder.
       The Knave's heels clicked on the tiled terrace at the front of the Winter Palace as she paced back over to them, following their gaze upwards. "Have you never seen it before?"
       "No. I... I've never been to Snezhnaya before now," they admitted, "so I have never seen the aurora. I've heard about it, but—"
       "I understand. It is more magnificent than even the most vivid descriptions."
       Suddenly, the heavy weight of the Knave's coat fell onto their shoulders. They gingerly clasped the edges, pulling it closer to their body as to fend off the biting chill in the air. Lavender and a vague twinge of smoke filled their lungs. To some, it may have been an unpleasant combination—perhaps others would find the smoke too stinging and bitter or the lavender too sickening, as some do. To them, however, it was simply... Father's scent. It was hard to dislike when the person they associated it with was so important to their life.
       It was equally hard to feel cold with her coat draped over their body.
       Father's particular scent made a comforting warmth stir in their chest—perhaps she was not really their Father, but it was times such as this that made them feel that she was—and her coat ensured that their exterior did not freeze.
       In fact, it was quite /impossible/ to feel cold now.
       "...Let us stay for a while longer, then," she mused, one of her hands finding its place on their upper back. "The aurora is a sight to behold, and there are no urgent matters to attend to at home."
       Momentarily, their gaze broke away from the sky and shifted to the Harbinger instead. Though they did appreciate the gesture of giving them her coat... "Won't you get cold, Father?"
       Their concern was not unwarranted, but indeed unecessary.
       "Worry not," the Fourth replied smoothly, reaching over to adjust the coat somewhat; it was too big for them and threatened to slip off of their body if their already gentle hold were to loosen even slightly. Arlecchino absently mused to herself about how utterly unintimidating they were, drowning in the fluff of her coat and head just barely able to peek out from the top. It was cute, though she dared not say admit such a thing out loud. "I have long since grown used to this weather. You have not."
       'You need that coat far more than I do.'
       That was what she wanted to say, or rather what she was implying; she would speak her mind if she so truly desired to or felt the need to. They'd grown quite used to her enigmatic nature and quite skilled in reading between the lines, picking apart her words at the seams to uncover what she truly meant to say.
       Suddenly, under the flickering purples, greens, and blues of the night sky, it was no longer cold.
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solvalley · 1 year ago
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– rules for requests.
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read the following rules before requesting ;
– i will only be writing for platonic content. while i am fully capable of writing romantic requests i choose not to. please do not request anything other then platonic.
– please don't be vague with requests. requests such as "x character with y reader." are considered vague and will either be disregarded, or I'll ask for something more detailed. there is only so much I can work with.
– reader will be gender-neutral by default, though pronouns will hardly be used because I stick to second person pov. if you feel the need to mention the reader's gender, please do.
– reminder that this is an x reader blog only. i might brainrot over canon characters' dynamics from time to time, but actual headcanons/drabbles are reserved for x reader requests only.
– all requests will be written in headcanon format unless requested otherwise. so if you wish for your request to be a drabble (i don't write full-length fics), please say so.
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i am currently writing for ;
genshin impact.
all characters except for : al haitham, eula, dori, keqing, il dottore.
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solvalley · 1 year ago
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vel. any pronouns. 16. a platonic xreader writer.
request rules. | requests open.
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solvalley · 1 year ago
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Hi :)
ahh hello !! welcome <3
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solvalley · 1 year ago
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aaaah i’m so happy i found ur blog i love platonic content <3
platonic content really is the best and im glad i could provide some for starving readers haha. maybe i'll even open requests soon. tysm for the lovely ask, anon <3
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solvalley · 1 year ago
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– steady, steady.
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the wanderer & avian child reader.
summary ; the wanderer assists you with some much needed preening.
contents ; gender-neutral reader, mentions of minor injury. wanderer is a bit of a prick but he's trying. lowercase intended.
notes ; this is more of a character study then anything, and while i didn't plan for it to be like this initially, i'll post it anyway because i'm happy with the results.
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the wanderer has never thought himself a gentle person; most definitely not as the balladeer. archons' forbid – and he wasn't even religious – if the balladeer was the one preening your feathers. the pure, unadulturated version of the balladeer. he was sure you'd be crying by now. as kabukimono, maybe he was gentle, but even then, he would be much too disoriented and confused.
the wanderer is neither, yet he is the both of them at the same time.
he is the kabukimono, with inexperienced and clumsy fingers that flit across your wings, searching for feathers to pluck out. you bristle as he accidentally pulls at a blood feather, grimacing and almost apologizing once your wings shy away from his touch.
but he won't apologize, because he isn't the kabukimono, and at the same time, he is. he is, when his motions are the slightest bit more tender. he watches you melt and croon at his touch, and he almost wants to smile. he doesn't. instead, he works through damaged and dirtied feathers with calmer, slower fingers.
"stay still." he's the balladeer once he urges irritably at the fluttering of your wings with a sharp frown. "i won't clean them for you if you keep fidgeting." it's ignorant of him, and he barely thinks before the words slip out. the wanderer (not the balladeer – the wanderer) clicks his tongue as you grow quiet and motionless.
patience, a small voice at the back of his mind reminds him – buer's voice. they need patience, and affection. the balladeer was not affectionate, neither was he patient. he would have seldom been so kind as to express any sort of regard for you. but he is not the balladeer.
he is the wanderer, with gentle but nimble fingers that drift through your wings. he is the wanderer, with sharp remarks but amiable words as you spend energy chittering away whatever it is that you think is important for him to hear.
most of all, he is himself when you turn to look at him with the widest of grins, and those wings behind your back that stir with newfound energy.
"try not to get them so dirty, next time. i won't be cleaning up any of your messes any time soon." a flick to your forehead as you laugh, and he – not the kabukimono, or the balladeer – will feel as warm as he possibly can, for someone who is no one.
he will be nothing and everything at once, with fingers so rough yet so gentle, as long as you will have them.
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solvalley · 1 year ago
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diluc ragnvindr, the pride of mondstadt- who in his own words "does not hand out trust lightly", crossing paths with some scrunkly tween who seems to be a carbon copy of his younger self.
and now for some inexplicable reason he is interacting with this gremlin, he is teaching the gremlin how to fight, he is taking the gremlin in and whoopsie daisies he's accidentally adopted the kid.
much to adeline's delight she's watching the crepus-diluc-kaeya saga all over again, except diluc is the crepus and the kid is diluc. kaeya is still kaeya though, because diluc's numerous (half-assed) attempts to keep the kid away from him failed miserably.
diluc's going through the Trials of Fatherhood, kaeya's being the Wine Uncle who takes the kid out for fun dates so they know to keep their standards high.
the kid is wreaking havoc, adeline is cleaning up their messes and trying to stop diluc's hair from turning grey, because if five years of constant trauma didn't do it, this kid definitely would.
diluc, huffing: i was not this difficult as a child
adeline: you were
kaeya: you were
crepus, from the grave: you were
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solvalley · 1 year ago
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— to fill the dales below.
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diluc & treasure hoarder gn! reader.
platonic content!
summary ; what it's like to live under diluc's care.
warnings ; mentions of alcohol consumption, abandonment, and child neglect. lower case intended.
notes ; hi, i'm new here. silly diluc/dawn winery crew familial hcs with a pre-teen reader because i'm soft for them and the kaeya hangout event has made me the slightest bit insane.
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– diluc has no troubles whatsoever with taking you in when he finds you huddled up inside an abandoned treasure hoarder camp by the outskirts of mondstadt. he finds it revolting how someone would dare to leave a child like you, barely a teenager yet, alone near somewhere so dangerous, so he scoops you into his arms and takes you home.
– everyone in the dawn winery is happy to have you, too!! adelinde already has your favorite meals memorized within a few days of you living there, and elzer always has an eye out for you whenever diluc can't be there.
– you don't see much of diluc at first – he's around for very short periods of time, so you spend your time helping around however you can; picking grapes with mr. tunner, helping moco and hillie clean around the winery (which is just the both of them coddling you, really), etc.
– except you were born a restless, wayward child, so sitting still doesn't do too well with you. that's alright, though. diluc starts taking you to mondstadt with him, even going so far as to teaching you how to mix a few drinks – all non-alcoholic, of course. he's proud of how much of a fast learner you are for these sorts of things!! you're practically a natural.
– meeting kaeya for the first time is a whole thing. he's baffled when he enters angel's share and sees diluc smiling, yes, smiling, as he instructs you on the process of mixology. did his brother adopt a kid, and he didn't know? (his initial thoughts, yes, because he knows diluc most definitely would do this if he saw a child in need).
– after the confusion is cleared up, though, kaeya gets to know you better, and it's safe to say that he adores you. he treats you as his own flesh and blood long before your familial relationship with diluc is anywhere near strong. the cool uncle, if you will.
– he spoils you as much as he can. that one time he went on vacation to sumeru? he buys you a couple of trinkets he thinks you'll like; a couple is an understatement – he visits the winery with his arms full of them and leaves them on your bed if you're not there at the time. and don't let diluc know, but kaeya makes sure to tip you very generous amounts of mora whenever you're helping around angel's share. it's your little secret.
– diluc shows his affection a little differently. carrying you to your room and gently tucking you into bed if you ever fall asleep elsewhere, asking you if you're comfortable living here over the times he's there for breakfast. it's the little things that count.
– a recurring form of affection that has ingrained itself into your daily lives is headpats, however. it begins a few months after your arrival, when you successfully mix a drink all on your own; he ruffles your hair with a soft smile, and it makes you feel warm. he's proud, and even if he's not vocal about it, he doesn't need to be. whenever the situation calls for it, he'll pat your head affectionately with a small smile.
– it isn't long before he's teaching you how to read, too. the life of a treasure hoarder never allowed you such a luxury, and he saw the way you longingly looked over the books available at the winery. he's patient as he teaches, so take your time; no need to stress over the slip ups – it will all pay off in the end, he assures you.
– you won't ever hear this from diluc, but you remind him of a younger kaeya. quiet and a little distant initially, but so full of life and care; he wants to keep that kind nature, that restlessness, safe. for as long as he can.
– diluc let's you braid his hair. it's an odd request, one he isn't expecting, but he isn't opposed to the idea. double braids, french braids, buns; he'll let you do it all, and maybe he'll even let you put a few windwheel asters in his hair if you ask. on quite a few occasions, adelinde has to try not to smile too hard when she walks in with a tray of snacks, and sees you braiding diluc's hair as he does paperwork.
– when it comes to trickier matters, though, it's difficult for diluc to emotionally be there for you. he isn't the best when it comes to soft, comforting words, so all he can do is wrap you up in a hug whenever you need one. if things get too much, he'll even ask for kaeya's help. his younger brother always was– is, better at handling these sorts of things, even if a much younger diluc was usually the one to console and care for a crying kaeya.
– on certain occasions though, when kaeya is too far away or adelinde (one of his best choices for these matters, always), isn't available, he has to try his hardest to make due. diluc will speak as softly as he can – promises that he won't go anywhere, promises that he'll keep you safe.
– because diluc believes no child should go through the sort of cruelty you went through, and if there's any way of salvaging those fleeting years of youth that have been long since blown away by the wind, he swears he'll do it. for you.
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