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rosalyne (y/n) as i imagine her in my fic âthe briar rose burns, the phoenix risesâ on ao3. slight spoiler? lolâ stay tuned for next chapter.
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â Â a seat : the fatui.
â„ scenario: their s/o decides to take up residence on their lap --- during a meeting. â„ no triggers â„ i don't have any beta readers - you get what you get. â„ requested.
â„ la signora.
she wouldn't give much of a reaction, her eyebrow raising and a barely noticeable hint of amusement to her gaze. open affection isn't something she's keen to show, especially in a professional setting but she wouldn't make you move. if anything, she would just shift in her spot and adjust her posture to make sure you were comfortable, though her movements wouldn't be big enough to draw attention. she would enjoy your closeness but would remain as cold and composed as always. after the meeting is a different story. while she may not show too much emotion, she wouldn't try to hide the smirk as she approached you. 'you certainly know how to make a statement, don't you, darling?' she asked, reaching out to gently tip your chin up with her pointer finger, 'don't think you can distract me so easily.. you'll have to do better than that.' there was a clear affection and appreciation in her gaze, despite the words, honestly enjoying your boldness.
â„ scaramouche.
at first, he genuinely wouldn't even know how to respond, frozen for a split second before brushing it off, not wanting anyone to notice. he'd look at you, eyes flickering as if looking for an answer to your sudden actions. scara isn't one for such open displays of affection, or any at all, especially in such a formal setting - he would fight between irritation and silent, frustrated acceptance; he didn't want to cause a scene. 'what do you think you're doing?' he would hiss under his breath, leaning close to your ear, enough though he wasn't actually trying to remove you. he would be annoyed for the duration of the meeting, though just accepting your bold statement that he, quite honestly, didn't understand. oh boy, he'd be so fast to corner you, arms crossed and staring you down. 'what was that all about?' he demanded, though something was off - his tone didn't hold the same hate soaked bite it usually did; even his s/o had to deal with that. you could see the ghost of a blush on his features but you knew he'd never admit to being embarrassed. 'you're lucky no one said anything,' he muttered, the tiniest hint of softness forming in his gaze. he wasn't as upset as he wanted to seem.
â„ childe.
it shouldn't come as a surprise that he would be the most openly and unashamedly amused, of course, having no complaints. as soon as you took your place, a grin would form and he'd offer your head a soft nudge with his nose. 'comfortable?' he'd ask in a whisper, teasing as always but still loving. his arms found their own place around you, keeping you close. to childe, holding onto you came easy, automatically knowing how to shift so you were comfortable. he wouldn't be concerned a single bit about the others, the glances only making him grin further. he enjoyed showing off the relationship you had. he'd be pretty excited once the meeting ended, the grin never leaving his features, though softening into a smile once he approached you. 'you made it pretty hard for me to concentrate in there.. that was an important meeting,' he teased, arms wrapping around you once more to pull you closer; if you were honest, neither of you had heard a single word that was said. 'i'm not complaining, though,' he'd chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple. he was just happy to have someone who was so open to show him affection.
â„ dottore.
as annoyed as he'd be, he'd also be curious. were you testing him? were you crazy? had you.. taken something? he'd really be at a loss, especially as someone who wasn't exactly one for public displays of affection - meeting or otherwise. he would view your actions as a distraction and wonder just what kind of statement you were trying to make. 'this better be worth the interruption,' he muttered, adjusting his posture to accommodate you, shifting his focus back to the meeting. he would occasionally glance to you, jaw clenching as he tried figuring you out. once the meeting was over and you dismissed yourself, only to be closely followed by him. 'what exactly were you trying to achieve?' he asked, hand taking hold of your jaw to lift your head, though his touch wasn't as rough as you expected it to be. you only blinked and shook your head. there was a shift to his usual demeanor, something a little softer, letting you know he wasn't as displeased as you thought. 'you should know better than to disrupt my focus,' he added, leaning closer to you, eyes searching your own, 'you truly are a strange little creature..'
â„ arlecchino.
she would spare you a glance, expression unreadable as it always was. you taking a place on her lap wouldn't cause even the slightest of budge to her composed nature - you would have to do a lot more for that to happen. she does, however, rest a possessive hand on your hip, making sure to keep you close. there would be no open acknowledgement of your actions but she would make sure you were comfortable, attention never leaving the meeting. all you really needed though were her actions; the quiet protectiveness, even in such a formal place. once the meeting ended, you wouldn't be leaving your spot, held steady by her. she would wait for everyone to leave before speaking, 'that was quite bold,' she spoke quietly, a hint of approval to her tone, 'but you should know others may not be so understanding.' as she spoke, she got closer to your ear, offering your hip a gentle squeeze. arle knew very well how to stake her claim and the last thing she needed was for someone to misunderstand your easy show of affection.
â„ columbina.
like childe, she would have no issues with your gesture, even allowed a soft smile to grace her features. the two of you were known to play your little games and would see this as a simple, easy thing on your part. there would be no words but a soft hum of acknowledgement in the back of her throat. columbina would have no concerns when it came to the others, her attention easily balanced between the meeting and your presence. as she listened, she may let her arms loosely rest around you, head resting on your shoulder. once the meeting ended, she'd just tilt her head to nose gently at your shoulder. 'could you not have waited until after the meeting?' she mused, tone light. she wasn't one to make a big deal of anything, being considerably nonchalant about most things, brushing them off. 'next time, let's save the affection for when we're alone, yes?' she wasn't upset or bothered at all, she enjoyed the question affection, but she preferred keeping gentle, intimate moments to be in the privacy of your rooms.
â„ pantalone.
being the master of maintaining appearances, it came as no surprise that panta would remain composed, his expression calm and pleasant. not many things managed to crack his image, even you and your risky gestures. he continued to participate in the meeting with ease, a hand sliding to settle at your lower back, pulling you closer. 'how reckless of you,' he whispered, the brief show of a smirk evident against the shell of your ear, tone amused. he would enjoy the moment, all while keeping up his perfect little facade. there would be an amused glint to his eyes as he approached you after saying his farewell to the others. 'you realize the kind of attention such actions might draw, don't you?' he questioned, his tone giving no indication of being upset or annoyed with you. 'not that i mind, of course.. it certainly keeps things interesting.' panta was aways aware of appearances and his surroundings, as well as those around him. he would never openly express displeasure with your affection to him, but he'd make sure you understood. 'just be careful, my love.. not everyone will be as forgiving.'
â„ il capitano.
words are not something capitano needs to use often, his imposing presence often speaking for him. even with a mask on, his expression wouldn't change as you silently settled onto his lap - he also knew no one else would make the mistake of saying something to him about it. he wouldn't push you away or show signs of disapproval, he would actually rest a hand on your side, adjusting to accommodate you. he isn't one for grand gestures or openly displaying affection and his hold on you simply sat as a protective claim, however, him allowing you to keep your place during such a time would speak volumes of the trust he shares with you. he would continue as if you'd always been there, his grip on you tightening and loosening upon the subject shifts of the meeting. you didn't bother to move when the meeting ended, knowing he wouldn't let you slip away so easily. once everyone was gone, he spoke, tone low and calm. 'what was all this for?' he asked, though no annoyance or accusation to his words. he was genuinely asking. you knew a head shake wasn't exactly an answer but he accepted it, watching you closely. 'just be mindful of the setting next time,' he commented, this time soft yet firm, letting you knew the actions weren't unwanted but the timing wasn't proper. he was considerably reserved in nature but he appreciated your little moments of affection.
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Could you please write about the Harbingers spending time with the reader on their birthdays? But maybe they send what they did with you as a letter to the Traveler like the in-game feature? :D
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synopsis: The Traveler naturally expects mail in their inbox whenever the Harbingers' birthdays roll around. However, they didn't expect it to be so... lovey-dovey, and all about you.
includes: all harbingers w/ gn! reader
notes: I've finally finished it! I've been wanting to write something similar to my voice line post for a while, so here it is - the Harbingers sending birthday mail, except they're very down bad for you :3 Includes a letter, a photograph, and attached items with the letter! (Sorry to the Pulcinella fans, I was too lazy to write him in.)
âHomeâŠâ
Sender: Pierro
It is my birthday today. Normally, I would have continued on my day as usual, but [Name] had another idea in mind, going so far as to get the Tsaritsa herself to block the door to my office and then dragging me away. It seems they were planning this for a while⊠The last birthday I celebrated was the year Khaenriâah fell. What purpose did today serve when my homeland and people were gone? As the years went on, it began to slip my mind and I nearly would have forgotten the date, were it not for [Name]âs question a while ago. I thought nothing of it, but I did not think [Name] would have taken this so seriously.
They knew I would enjoy anything so long as it was with them, yet they had the entire day planned out. Claiming that I needed some fresh air, we walked through the Snezhnayan streets, the normally biting frost a bit warmer than usual. Casual browsing at some new stores that opened up. [Name]âs attempt at starting a snowball fight. And lastly⊠grocery shopping.
When we got back, they wouldnât let me help or look. But I could tell from the smell exactly what they were making. It turns out that they managed to make a dish from my home country. I am not sure how they managed to get a hold of this recipe⊠I must have mentioned it offhandedly and they improvised from there. Of course, itâs not an exact replica, but nonetheless, it tasted delicious. Just for a few minutes, I was taken back to my previous home. That home will never come back, but I have a new one now.
And now the day is almost over. Despite their best efforts to stay awake until the end of the day, they succumbed to their sleepiness, now lying on my lap. They were supposed to read me something they made, but perhaps Iâll find out what that was tomorrow.Â
Tomorrow will be back to normal again. But that is alright. I still do not believe I deserve a day like today but, if this is what [Name] desires, then I shall not refuse them again. Iâll look forward to the next birthday just as they do.
Attached Photograph:
A picture is included with the letter that has Pierro and you in it. The Harbinger is seated at a table with a homemade dish in front of him. His giant coat and mask are placed off to the side, revealing scars from long ago. Youâre glued to his side, trying to feed him by holding the spoon close to his mouth. Pierro is a grown man, the Traveler thinks, he does not need you to feed him⊠However, he looks quite content with this arrangement so the blonde wonât question it any further. In fact, he looks as if heâs right at home.
Attached Items:
Ancient Khaenriâahn Dish [A meal unique to Khaneriâah that has long been forgotten by the world. Although you clearly struggled to make it due to a lack of experience, even the Traveler can taste how much of your love was put into it.]
Khaenriâahn Story Book [A book that contains numerous fairy tales and various stories originating from the lost nation, written by none other than Pierro himself, and illustrated by you. Apparently, it was born from you begging him to tell you stories from his home, and eventually, the Harbinger began to write them down so you could read them instead of bothering him so often. However, it made the problem worse as now you bother him to read them to you. How sweet.]
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âA Day Off.â
Sender: Dottore
[Name] has convinced me to go back to Sumeru with them for a couple of days. I couldnât care less about this day, but they were adamant about spending the whole day with me, and that they âwill not be spending my birthday in a dark gloomy lab again.âÂ
My research has regrettably halted for a bit, but I suppose this was not a bad idea. This was the first time in many years that either of us had stepped foot back into Sumeru - we had not been back since I was expelled from the Akademiya, besides my segments of course.
[Name] and I trekked the same path we used to walk during our studies at the Akademiya. It was a good spot for studying and conducting experiments without any disturbances - that was until they started following me around. They were a nuisance at first⊠but eventually, [Name] began to help me deconstruct a variety of machines, which was helpful. And then would laugh at me whenever I ended up breaking them.Â
Ever since I met them, [Name] has always said a lot of strange things, but their most recent comment was that they wanted to drink the blue liquid in the vial I carry around. They think it looks⊠tropical and vibrant. Of course, I refused them. But I had a feeling that if I didnât provide them with it, theyâd try and get it themselves. I was not interested in having to inject an antidote into them, so I came up with a solution.
I know that I am no chef, but this goes outside the realm of cooking. It wasnât hard to create a sweet drink that would be to [Name]âs liking with the same color. They were more pleased than I thought and demanded that I make it for them more often. I do not care much for nourishment, but perhaps Iâll try my hand at it more often. They have insisted that I send you some, too. So, Traveler, is it to your liking as well? Even if itâs not, I do not care, so donât bother telling me.
Attached Photograph:
A picture is included with the letter that has Dottore and you in it. Despite how much the Traveler has explored Sumeru, they canât seem to pinpoint the location where it was taken. It must really be a secret place, just for the two of you. Dottoreâs mask is on his lap, revealing crimson eyes and scarred skin. You seem to have fallen asleep on his shoulder, as your eyes are closed, though your mouth seems to be agape, perhaps mumbling some nonsense in your sleep. Dottoreâs expression is exasperated, but there is a certain fondness in his eyes, one that the Traveler canât distinguish, or rather, they refuse to believe it. Did the Kamera have an editing function now? Because surely, the photograph must have been forged or something, because there was no way The Doctor could ever have such a tender look in his eyesâŠÂ
Attached Items:
Strange Blue Concoction [Some kind of legitimate drink thatâs the same color as the vial Dottore carries around. According to [Name], it is quite delicious, but would any sane person dare to try anything from The Doctor of all peopleâŠ? Who knows, these two might be trying to poison the blonde.]
Assortment of Ruin Guard Parts [Parts from Ruin Guards Dottore created and assembled himself. A wide variety of parts are here, including Chaos Cores, Circuits, and Devices. Wait⊠they seem to all be damaged and broken. Hey, did Dottore just send the Traveler his useless parts?!]
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âCare For A Show?âÂ
Sender: Columbina
Hello dear Traveler! How are you?~ Today has been such a wonderful day. Why, you ask? Because itâs my birthday of course! âȘ The one day when I have the ability to drag my beloved [Name] wherever I want, with no resistance. Normally they protest for quite a bit, telling me I have a mountain of work to do but, they donât need to worry their pretty little head about that. â« Is it that much of a crime to slack off to spend time with oneâs beloved? But oh, that little routine of ours is something that I do cherish.
My dearest [Name] took me to a play. We were among the first to see it, as it was the opening day. You know, they always tell me that as a Harbinger, I should be more conscious of how I present myself. But is it really a problem to sit in their lap instead of my chair? Itâs not like anyone can see us all the way up on the balcony seats, hmm? ⏠Moving on though~ The play was quite an interesting story.Â
It was of an angel who fell in love with a mere human, despite how taboo it was. When the two were caught, the angel had to decide - would she rather retain their purity and remain in the heavens or fall down, stripped of her divinity to be with her human? Well, if you want to see the ending, youâll just have to come to Snezhnaya and watch it yourself. âȘ But do tell me Traveler, if you were in a situation like that, what would you choose? ⊠I already know what my choice would be.
Ah, but that show was not even the best part! After that, [Name] put on their own performance for me, just the two of us. It was beautiful of course, the way they convey their choice of art is always worthy of praise. But, they always seem to seek my feedback and criticism⊠they told me they want to keep improving to make me even more pleased but, how many times do I need to explain to them that I already believe their craft is beautiful? Nevertheless, I do indulge them, if only to satisfy my love. Why donât you take a look at one of our collaborations, Traveler? It is quite good if I do say so myself. â«
Attached Photograph:
A picture is included with the letter that has Columbina and you in it. The lighting in the theater is a bit dim, so your figures are a bit faded but, the Traveler can still make out the two of you. The two of you have separate chairs but, Columbina is practically spilling onto yours, her head comfortably resting against your chest. You seem as though this is normal for you, which it probably is. Wait, is Columbina sleeping? It seems she probably got bored during the intermission⊠Thatâs why you specifically chose your clothes to double as a blanket for your wife.
Attached Items:
Music Score [A music score composed by both you and Columbina. The two of you performed it perfectly together as a present to your wife. Of course, itâs bound to be mesmerizing considering Columbinaâs participation. So hauntingly beautiful, that in fact, it might end your life before you get to the end⊠is that an exaggeration? Well, it seems like the Traveler will have to take that risk.]
Pair of Tickets [Tickets gifted to the Traveler and Paimon. Thereâs no name on it or any expiration date, so it can be used to watch a single play in Snezhnaya for free, with the best seats in-house, so pick carefully. These things are quite expensive, so donât go losing them now! Otherwise, Columbina and [Name] might ban the traveling duo from the theaterâŠ]
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âAn Excellent Day.â
Sender: Capitano
Today is my birthday. However, I have never been very adept at celebrating this day. I realize that it is the norm to celebrate oneâs birthday, but I have never felt the need to. Though, ever since I became a Harbinger, my recruits have always wished me well today. Unfortunately, when the bolder ones ask me what I have planned, I have nothing interesting to respond with, always prompting them to urge me to do something⊠In the hallways, I always hear conversations along the lines of even though being a Harbinger is busy, I deserve to do something nice on my birthday. But in reality, it does not bother me at all. Is it really that strange not to do anything on oneâs birthday?
When [Name] found out how I normally spend my birthdays, they shared a similar sentiment and promised to make this one âthe most eventful and fun and best one Iâve ever had.â They said that since this is our first year together, they need to make my birthday an excellent one. Although I tried to reassure them they neednât try so hard for me, they were insistent. However, true to their word, I would say my birthday did end up being an excellent one.
One thing about [Name] is they never fail to teach me something new. In this case, they taught me what it means to celebrate a birthday, and Iâd say I learned a lot. As stated by them, there is no exact or definite way to celebrate. It is what you make of it. And they, knowing the kind of man I was, chose the activities accordingly. (There were a few mishaps but everything went well for the most part. It is not customary to break a few knives while cutting cake, so I feared that I may have ruined things, but [Name] reassured me it was normal.)
So all in all, today was an excellent day. However, I am faced with a problem now. What should I do when [Name]âs birthday comes? Should I do the same thing they did for me? But would they think that is low effort and unoriginal? I do not wish to disappoint them. Traveler, do you have any ideas? Also, please ask Tartaglia for me as well. The last time I spoke to him, he tried to ask me for a duel.
Attached Photograph:
A picture is included with the letter that has Capitano and you in it. The snowy forest terrain looks as picturesque as ever, but what really draws attention is the man and his lover in the middle. Mostly, the Harbinger who has a squirrel or two perched on him, not to mention the few birds that made their nest in the fluff of his coat. And even some cats? Where did they come from?! Well, itâs best not to question it. Itâs rather endearing. Rather, one should question how silent and unmoving the Captain is in an effort to not disturb all the animals. Just ignore the deer in the background waiting for some attention too.
Attached Items:
How To Celebrate Your Birthday Pamphlet [A collaboration between Capitanoâs Fan Club and [Name]. The fan club loves you immensely because you help to put their long-awaited plans into action. The numerous activities in this guide (blowing out the candles, feeding each other cake, gift giving, lots of affection, etc) were written out by the club and dutifully carried out by you. There were also birthday punches, but Capitano was confused as to why you were tickling him.]
Capitano and [Name]âs Picture Book [Donât tell anyone this, but Capitano has a tendency to name all the creatures of the forest near his mansion. At first, he went there to train, but decided against it after seeing all the animals around there, because he doesnât want to scare them away. What he did not expect was to befriend all of them⊠you came across him one day talking to them after searching for him. How can he tell them apart? Even you donât know. But this book is dedicated to all of his animal friends, with pictures taken by you of course. So if the Traveler happens to visit Snezhnaya someday, make sure to be nice to these little guys!]
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âTheyâre AnnoyingâŠâ
Sender: Wanderer
It is that time of year again when my birthday rolls around. You know very well I do not care much for this day, but once again, there are always annoyances at my every turn⊠Both Lesser Lord Kusanali and [Name] always prove to be a thorn in my side on this day. In the past, I usually spent my birthdays under the sakura trees in Inazuma, visiting [Name]. But, things have changed now. I no longer am who I once was, and my relationship with [Name] is no longer the same. They have forgotten me, and our past together⊠but Lesser Lord Kusanali has forced us to interact again numerous times, leading to our current relationship. Lesser Lord Kusanali always pats my back, saying that time will lead us back to each other⊠how irritating.Â
Speaking of her being irritating, she decided to tell [Name] that today was my birthday, a horrible decision. Now, theyâve run all over Sumeru looking for me, until they finally found me in the House of Daena. Panting and gasping for air, all I could hear was them sincerely apologizing over and over for not knowing my birthday. They promised theyâd get me a late birthday gift, even though I kept repeating that it was unnecessary. Unfortunately, it has always been hard to get things through their thick skull. All I know for sure is that Lesser Lord Kusanali definitely planned this and that she will tease me to no end the next time I see herâŠÂ
Still, they dragged me through Sumeru City. According to them, they knew I wouldnât like anything too fancy, so they brought me to an alleyway. Your typical textbook dark and narrow one. And at the end were⊠cats. Many of them. [Name] turned to me with a smile and said they bet I didnât know about this secret kitty haven, and that it was a perfect gift for someone like me. I do wonder if Sumeruâs sun has made them crazy sometimes.
But, this birthday wasnât as boring as I thought itâd be. So⊠thatâs nice, I guess. Actually, Lesser Lord Kusanali had assigned me a paper to write. A paper on [Name], on my own birthday. She said that she wasnât going to read or check it, but it was for my sake. How preposterous, right? How would anything like that help me?
But tonight⊠I feel as though Iâll make some progress on it.
Attached Photograph:
A picture is included with the letter that has Wanderer and you in it. The puppet is at the top of the ladder in the House of Daena, searching for books (most likely forced to by the Dendro Archon), but your figure can be made out at the bottom. You seem to be waving and beckoning him to come down, so he can have a good time with you for his birthday. Wanderer doesnât seem very excited about it, but⊠he will always indulge you, the person he canât deny he loves. Hmm? Why is he using a ladder instead of his Anemo powers? Well, perhaps the puppet doesnât like drawing attention to himself.
Attached Items:
Essay Concerning Inazuman Society and Politics [An essay Wanderer has written during his time spent in Vahumana. What, did the Traveler really think heâd send the essay he wrote about [Name]? However, Paimon couldnât make it through the title page, and even the Traveler struggled through it. But, it seems to be your favorite essay of his, considering all the notes you made in it, not to mention the noodles you drew when you got bored⊠Wanderer probably scolded you for that but, itâs never in bad faith.]
Tricolor Dango [A plate of dango that [Name] brought for Wanderer as a treat. It seems that they are unaware of his dislike of sweet food⊠But the puppet did not want to hurt their feelings considering the thought and effort they put into his birthday, so he did not decline it.]
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âA Lavish Tea Party.â
Sender: Sandrone
Unbeknownst to me, [Name] recently had a variety of sweets from Fontaine imported. It seemed like they tinkered with my bots once again, to get them on their side so I would remain in the dark⊠they can be such a hassle to deal with sometimes. However, this means that their skills are ever improving, as Iâve been improving my Automatons to be much more complex. As expected of my assistant. Speaking of, theyâve also imported some other things that Iâve been wanting for a while. Hopefully, theyâre up to standard this time, or theyâll have to be returned. Ugh, I hate dealing with the Ninth whenever that happensâŠ
Though back to the subject, it seems that [Name] has once again needlessly gone out of their way, since today is my date of birth. Although I donât like being distracted from my research, and I see no need to waste time just because I happened to be born today, this break that [Name] has prepared for me isnât too bad. I have not attended a proper tea party in far too long. The fools I have for agents can never set it up correctly.
[Name] is not someone who dresses up very often, but they always make the effort to match their attire with mine. Something that other people should learn from, but alas. Though, I wish they did it more often. Not even the most well-crafted doll could match their beauty. Have I told them that? No, they should be smart enough to figure that out by themselves.
Regardless, I must cut this letter short. After this, I want to work on an Automaton with [Name]. I have held off on it because they have expressed interest in it, and since we are together now, it is the perfect time to work on it. I was expecting them to get huffy at me working today, but it seems that they are pleased to work with me. I wonder why.
Attached Photograph:
A picture is included with the letter that has Sandrone and you in it. A wide array of treats and sweets are plated on numerous platters, along with ceramic tea cups waiting to be filled with piping hot tea. The surrounding robots are also fashioned in a similar style as her, perfect attire for the tea party, holding additional trays of desserts. (Can these robots eat too?) Youâre pouring your wife her favorite kind of tea as youâve already set her plate, while she sits patiently with her hands folded. Despite Sandroneâs doll-like features, one can see a small smile on her face.
Attached Items:
Instructions For A Perfect Tea Party [Sandroneâs set of instructions as to how a perfect tea party is conducted. Some of the rules seem nonsensical and impossible to many, which is why no Fatui agent can ever live up to the Harbingerâs expectations, as she will not accept anything less than what she desires. However, you are the only person who has managed to fulfill all the rules to a tee, which is one of the reasons she greatly favors you. Sending this list to the Traveler and Paimon is also her way of saying they are never invited as they will never be able to fulfill the rules in a way that satisfies her⊠how rude!]
Clockwork Toy of Sandrone [A Harbinger toy from Leschots Clockwork Workshop in Fontaine. They seem to have dabbled in making toys of the Harbingers as they said they would, and who better to start with than the machinery genius herself? Of course, Sandrone can point out numerous flaws with the design and components, and probably criticized it heavily to you, but you still seem to love it, because itâs of her! Unfortunately, your wife doesnât like that very much⊠why settle for something inferior when you could have it in much higher quality? So the Harbinger decided to make a toy of herself that lives up to her standard. The Traveler can have the faulty oneâŠ]
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âAnother Year PassesâŠâ
Sender: La Signora
In the past, I used to be quite fond of birthdays. In Mondstadt, I would always celebrate it with him every year. But after he died, birthdays left a bitter taste in my mouth, and I never dared think about doing anything on this day ever again. How could I, when he was no longer by my side? But today is my birthday again, and I find myself happy. Why? Because of [Name], the person who taught me how to love again. Admittedly, I pushed away the idea at first. But after some more reflection, I decided it wouldnât be fair to [Name]. The past is the past, and the present is the present. If [Name] wants to make me feel special on my birthday, then who am I to stop them?
And indeed they did pamper me. They always pamper me but, today it was much more than normal. Breakfast in bed, massages, hair brushing, helping me put on my clothes, opening doors for me, fancy dinner and wine after work. I donât think there was a single moment where they werenât trying to do something for me. It gave me a good chuckle, which made them embarrassed. But truly, it made me happy. I had⊠forgotten what it feels like to be cared for on my birthday. Itâs a foreign feeling but, I hope that the foreignness eventually goes away after some time.
However, I must tell them that thereâs no need to overexert themselves just because it is my birthday. Although I do enjoy the extra treatment, it does neither of us any good for them to fall asleep before the night is even over. But, thatâs okay. There is always next year, yes?
Attached Photograph:
A picture is included with the letter that has Signora and you in it. You are fast asleep on the Fair Ladyâs lap, a peaceful expression on your face. A similar one is on Signoraâs, as there is no one else around, and she can let her guard down around you. There are a few of her flame moths scattered around the room as well, a few on the two of you. As her blonde hair spills onto your face and body, one can only guess what she is thinking.
Attached Items:
Tea Break Pancakes [Despite Signoraâs history with her home nation, itâs said that she still enjoys the cuisine from there. So, you like to cook her food from there whenever you can. It might not be as good as a professionalâs but it provides her a taste of home. A taste of your love, which is her favorite flavor.]
Rose [Itâs no secret that roses are Signoraâs favorite flower. Beautiful yet thorny, alluring yet dangerous. There are many kinds of roses with all sorts of meanings in this world, but you two have been seen exchanging only one kind - a red one. Whatever could it mean?]
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âBirthdaysâŠâ
Sender: Pantalone
When I was a child, birthdays did not mean much to me. After all, how could one focus on their date of birth when it seemed like life was full of nothing but curses and suffering? It was only another day of working to survive. But when I met [Name], they changed that. With them, the day began to have⊠meaning. Purpose. It wasnât anything grand, but they made it special, distracting me from another day of poverty. Even with their meager earnings, they never failed to gift me something, even if it was of little to no value, or not the best quality⊠I cherished it. No one else had ever thought of me so much. When I look back, every time my birthday came around again, my love for them only grew more.
Now that we are adults, my only wish is to repay their kindness and spoil them with as many gifts as they deserve. However, there are a few issues with this. There are times I find myself more disappointed with the world than usual because it has yet to create something that would be a suitable gift that would be on par with my love for my dear [Name]. However, whenever my spouse gifts me something, their thoughtfulness never ceases to amaze me. How is it that they always manage to gift me something wonderful and touching? When I questioned them about this, they raised an eyebrow and gave me a strange look. It seems that I will not learn their secret anytime soon. How unfortunate.
Not to mention, dearest [Name] gets upset when I spend âludicrous amounts of moneyâ (their words) on them, especially on my birthday, so theyâve âforbiddenâ me from doing so today. They are rather persistent on this, and their long lectures and expressions are rather amusing, so Iâll indulge them⊠for now. Do you think they realize Iâll just spend double the amount the next day? Regardless, birthdays are always well spent with [Name], and I plan to enjoy this one fully, just as I have in the past because they are the one who makes my birthday a day worth celebrating.
Attached Photograph:
A picture is included with the letter that has Pantalone and you in it. The two of you are taking a walk in Snezhnaya, browsing stores and the like. Even though it is Pantaloneâs birthday, he seems insistent on trying to buy out a few stores for you once again⊠so in order to prevent him from doing that, youâve hidden yourself in his coat, stopping him from walking properly. The Harbinger seems rather entertained by your antics and your head popping out of his coat⊠he should make you do this more often. Itâs perfect for head pats.
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Pantaloneâs Spare Change [As it is his birthday, Pantalone is feeling more generous than usual, so he is sending a bit of funds to the Traveler. There is no need for any repayment, take it as a symbol of the Fatuiâs goodwill. (However, it would do good to proceed with caution⊠this is the Ninth, after all.) Opening it up, the duo expects to see an average amount of money, but instead are presented with a couple of million Mora⊠if this is what Pantalone is willing to send to the Traveler, how much does he spend on [Name]?! Paimon doesnât want to imagine the number!]
[Name]âs Guide to Gift Giving [A piece written by you to detail how you always choose the best gift for Pantalone, unbeknownst to your husband. Opening it up, the Traveler is very curious as to how you manage to win over the Harbinger every time, a man who has everything he could possibly want at his fingertips. But instead, only one sentence is written on the paper - âI donât know how I do it either.â]
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âAppreciation.â
Sender: Arlecchino
Birthdays were not very much celebrated in the House of Hearth, especially when the former Knave was around. However, that changed when [Name] came along. Years ago, I still remember when they gifted Lynette her first tea cup set. Freminet, a collection of spare parts that he ended up using to make another clockwork toy. And probably the biggest hassle⊠gifting little Lyney a white rabbit. However, I do appreciate my loverâs efforts. The children always look forward to their birthdays much more now, some even going as far as to drop hints about their desired gift and give puppy eyes to [Name] when the time rolls around. I have to remind my children not to get greedy, and to be grateful for what they already haveâŠ
I also remember the first birthday they gifted me something as well. A part of me expected it, considering the way they behaved, but still, it was an⊠unfamiliar feeling, to be gifted something. And, it was also the day little Lyney and Lynette presented their first amateur magic show to me. Of course, they had much to improve on, but looking back it was a suitable birthday gift, considering how much Iâve seen the two grow now. Needless to say, I appreciate [Name] very much, for what they have given me and my children.
My birthday has come once more, and [Name] is celebrating it as they always feel the need to. Really, even if they did nothing, I would still appreciate it, considering all theyâve done. The sweets they gathered this time were exceptional, and we had a lovely chat, before taking a walk through Fontaine. They say that the flowers that grow in the wild are always the prettiest, especially the Rainbow Roses.
Ah, last of all, if you could do me a favor, that would be greatly appreciated. You have been in Fontaine for a while now, yes? It would be a great help to me if you could point me to some good operas. [Name] and I have watched many in Snezhnaya, however, we donât often have the chance to watch any in Fontaine, with our work and all. Thank you. And please, do not bore me or waste my time.
Attached Photograph:
A picture is included with the letter that has Arlecchino and you in it. You two are sitting in a field in Fontaine somewhere, with Rainbow Roses to the side. One of them has been tucked into the Harbingerâs hair, while you seem to be focusing on creating⊠a flower crown? Despite the pinkness of the rose greatly contrasting with Arlecchinoâs whole dark red, black, and white look, she seems to not mind your antics and waits patiently for you to complete your work of art. Of course, as a Fontainian, she knows very well what Rainbow Roses symbolize, and wonât turn down the physical manifestation of your feelings.
Attached Items:
List of Yummy Hidden Gems [A list of great places to buy sweets from in Fontaine, courtesy of [Name], passed on by Arlecchino. Sure, Hotel Debord and Café Lutece do have some excellent sweets, but there are many hidden restaurants and bakeries that provide delicious treats as well! Do stop by and give them a try. Arlecchino favors many of their products. If one needs a similar list for the other nations, do tell.]
Slice of Birthday Cake [An exquisite slice of cake cut from Arlecchinoâs birthday cake. She doesnât care much for the tradition, but [Name] always buys one anyway as an excuse to treat the children from the House to something nice. You know you shouldnât spoil them so much, but you canât help it!]
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âSplash!â
Sender: Tartaglia
Hey comrade! How have you been? Sorry if my handwriting isnât the best. I sparred with [Name] for my birthday, and they really roughed me up. Not that I mind, I asked them to go all out. Normally they donât like fighting with me, because they always insist they donât like hurting me, but they couldnât say no to me today. You know, I would like to see the two of you fight. It would be an exhilarating experience.
But anyway, after they patched me up, we took a dive in Fontaineâs waters! You know, whenever I visit Liyue, we often go to cool off in Yaoguang Shoal, but Fontaineâs oceans are so much different. The scenery, the terrain, the greenery, the wildlife⊠good thing I bought them a waterproof Kamera. Speaking of wildlife, [Name] and I befriended a blubberbeast. [Name] instantly fell in love with the creature, and I feel as though they gave a bit too much attention to it, but, seeing them smile is the best gift I could ever ask for. Maybe I should gift them a plushie of it? However, it is a bit amusing that something that looks as defenseless as that could pack such a punch!
Did you know this, Traveler? Apparently, Romaritime Flowers represent loyalty. [Name] gifted me a bouquet which I was initially confused about since I usually give them flowers instead. But after some quick research, these flowers mean unbreaking oaths. It was a bit ironic really, for I should have gifted them instead as I always swore to be loyal to them, my family, and the Tsaritsa, but it was a wonderful gift. Not to mention the delicious meal they prepared. Theyâve been busy researching the best Fontaine recipes for me, so I could make them for Teucer and the others back home, but maybe I should just drag them to Snezhnaya so they could do it instead⊠I never leave anything but empty plates whenever [Name] cooks for me, but theyâve packaged some for you too, Traveler!
Next time we fight at the Golden House, Iâll bring [Name] along too. Do you think you can hold your own against both of us at the same time?
Attached Photograph:
A picture is included with the letter that has Childe and you in it. You two are under the sea, with a Blubberbeast between the two of you. The creature is nudging you while Childe looks on amused. It seems that itâs been begging for some more attention, food, and head pats. Maybe some tummy rubs too. Apparently, you named it Big Cutie, because well⊠itâs a big cutie! Unfortunately, it seems to have a little bit of a grudge against the Harbinger because he accidentally attacked it.
Attached Items:
[Name]âs Special Macarons [Rainbow Macarons but with a special twist from [Name]. On the top and bottom of the sweet treat are⊠faces? Very detailed ones too, with colored hair and eyes! Ah, the faces are none other than [Name], Childe, Teucer, and all of his other siblings! Oh, and macarons of Traveler and Paimon were made as well, how kind! Childe says theyâre quite delicious, and he is a great cook, so they must be.]
Freshly Caught Fish [Fish caught by Childe. It seems that the two lovers also went fishing after diving a bit, as one knows how much Childe loves to fish. Sadly, your fishing skills still pale in comparison compared to his and you barely caught anything⊠Thatâs alright though! No matter how long it takes, heâll always happily help you hone your skills!]
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Zapolyarny Palace's Cat
Fem reader, either a literal cat or a hybrid(?) is up to you. All Harbingers + Archon, Pulcinella, and his grandpa joke (aww), Scaramouche appears later as a surprise. Yan tendencies near the ending.
"Mew.."
You mewl while Childe scratches your head, Pantalone tends your nails, Columbina combs your furs, Sandrone fixes the bowtie on your tail while Capitano feeds you a cat snack. Both Pierro and Pulcinella are reading your examination report, ensuring no anomalies to your health. Dottore on the other hand, is prescribing you multiple supplements to be taken for this one week. Rosalyne and Arlecchino are preparing your meal, only the best and warmest for you!
"Yaah, it seems like our little princess is getting sleepy!" Childe chirps while Pantalone eyes him to keep his voice down.
"Well I think it's fine if she wants to sleep now, she just went through all those troublesome checkups today," Sandrone replies as she makes sure the angle of the bowtie is perfect.
"I'm sure both Signora and Arlecchino are nowhere near finishing the dishes for Princess," Columbina humms as she combs your furs, the best thing you could ever wish for.
Capitano freezes midway, contemplating whether he should keep letting you lick the snack.
"I think it's better to end her snack time now, she might not eat her dinner because she's full later," Pantalone chides the confused Captain.
Capitano put away the snack and asked both Pierro and Pulcinella about the report,
"How is it? Any anomalies?"
"She's in peak-perfect condition, it's great that she doesn't catch a cold anymore," Pierro says as he hands Capitano the report.
"It would be worrying if she catches one again, if that happens again, maybe we should let her visit the other nation," Pulcinella suggests jokingly.
"If so, that would only halt her from adapting, Rooster. Remember, no matter where she heads, she is still our Nation's pride and joy"
Everyone looks toward the Tsaritsa who is staring at them all sternly,
With you on her lap.
"Honestly, that old hag doesn't look so intimidating anymore with princess sleeping on her lap," Dottore mumbled to himself before he is surprised by Arlecchino's response.
"I know right, she doesn't feel cold anymore like the ice she is. Maybe Princess really is her portable heater"
"Arlecchino, be careful of spilling princess' milk," Signora reminds the Knave as she carries a tray of meals, one that looks tasty even for humans except that it's served for you.
"Princess, wake up~ your dinner's ready~" Signora places down the tray while poking you, her voice completely different from how she usually speaks.
To be fair, everyone's tone is different when it comes to you,
"Princess, it's your favorite," Capitano holds the bowl in front of your nose, the smell tempting you to wake up and lick your lip.
God~~ even the sternest Captain is cooing at you~~
"The milk? Warm! Tasty! Princess~~ come to quench your thirst with this~~" Childe holds the bowl in front of you as well.
"Look at these side treats," Arlecchino holds some treats in which Dottore has inserted the supplements into it.
"You have to make sure she eats it all!" He whispers into her ear.
"Ohoho! Look at these chickens, oh no, it's me but minced and cooked isn't it?"
'What a grandpa-style joke' everyone thinks to themselves.
You stretch yourself, tail wagging from left to right before sniffing the meal. It does look really tasty, different from your daily meals, probably because you just had your check-ups.
"Oh? She's finally eating it now" Sandrone watches in adoration.
Everyone watches you eat peacefully, with you no longer weirded out by this.
"Slowly, no one's taking your dinner away princess~" Pantalone coos at you as his finger brushes your fave lightly.
"Maybe she thought we are all here to eat her dinner, hehe," Columbine chortles in response.
"Come to think of it, where's Balladeer?" Pierro asks after he counts the people in the chamber.
Your head perks up and you pull out a wooden doll.
The wooden doll looks oddly familiar, way too familiar.
It's Scaramouche.
"What?" Everyone rhymes.
The wooden doll moves by itself angrily, jumping up and down, left and right while smokes fuming out of the wood.
You smack it playfully before giving it a playful lick, returning its form back.
"Hah! Great! Finally, someone notices that I'm missing! After a whole day getting smacked by her!"
True, you have been playing Scaramouche, smacking, rolling, and munching him.
"Balladeer, you must have been having the best time of your life huh?" Pantalone muses, while everyone nods in agreement.
"If that is so true, why not turn yourself into one?" He retorts back.
"Me! Me! I nominate myself to be princess's munching toy!" Childe beams in joy.
"No way, what she needs is something clean, clinically approved" The Doctor sneers.
"You? With your bloody hands from those immoral surgeries?" Sandrone raises one of her eyebrows.
"Hey, there's gloves"
"Metaphorically speaking, you are still dirtily bloody in a way," the Damslette retorts.
Signora chuckles at her retort while the archon only shakes her head.
"Ah."
Everyone looks at the Captain.
In response, he points toward you,
"Ohoho, looks like our little princess has finished her dinner!" The Rooster exclaims merrily.
"Now now, drink your milk princess! You have to stay hydrated!" Arlecchino brings the bowl closer to you.
"Or maybe a bowl of water" Pierro slides it next to the milk.
"Or... juice?" The archon blinks in confusion.
You start drinking all the offered and burp a bit. An aww soon follows.
Dottore elbows Arlecchino to hand you the side treats, with supplements stuffed inside of them.
"Uh... princess, it's tr-"
"It's treat time, Princess!" Damslette snatches the treats from Arlecchino who is stuttering. She knows how Arlecchino feels bad about having to make you eat it without you knowing it.
"Princess, have a bite," Tsaritsa encourages you while scratching your head.
"Huh? The treat looks weir-"
"Now now, let's have you drink some water, even if you are a puppet, you still have to stay hydrated," Dottore cuts Scaramouche by forcing a bottle of water into him with Childe holding him in place.
Everyone only chuckles at this sight.
You too, laugh with them.
A pill was sneaked into your treats, but who are you to break their caring heart? You munch everything until none were left.
Until none were left.
...
You truly hope that everything stays as it is. The Harbingers taking a break from dragging each other down and only basking in your warmth.
You wish you could forever bring warmth to this cold palace.
This cold, lonely palace that stands alone.
..
.
"Eternity, that is to be blessed on her"
"What used to be a curse is now a blessing bestowed upon her"
"I suppose it is medically possible as well"
"She is, after all, a warrior that will never die"
"Hehehe... she is indeed the fair woman who will forever sing"
"This whole nation will never mourn if she will forever ring her bell"
"Even if we can't give her a human body, a puppet will always work as the second option"
"I suppose I am the most suitable for crafting her a delicate body"
"The fire in her will never die, for I will be her last spark of fire"
"And I suppose we shall spare no cents when it comes to her"
"Thus this is not an option but an obligation"
"For our princess should never rest in eternity~"
Soon, everyone will hear the bell on your bowtie ringing again.
Note: can you guess everyone's speech correctly? What are your guesses (speech order)? :DD
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How likely the Fatui harbingers are to cuddle you
(as their fellow harbinger)
When you are sick đ
An: I am sick so we have to make the best of it :( also included wanderer before his glow up and la signora because I like my harbingers all together, but since I feel like I cannot say anything about Pulcinella, Columbina and Sandrone I left them out, I still hope youâll like it!
Pierro:
1/10
I feel like he would look at you and tell you to go and rest, but thatâs about it. Maybe you get a pat on your head or shoulder in sympathy.
Il Dottore:
3.5-4?/10
When youâre like, nearly dead? and come to him into his lab in the hopes he can give you medicine. He thinks the sight is pathetic :(
Would help you though and tell you to sit down while gets you some poisonous looking medicine (it probably unfairly works tho). But youâre still burning up so you crave a bit more of a hug. It annoys him (but if you persist in staying annoying to him) he might give you a segment of him that you can use as a plushie for your own comfort if not himself.
Arlecchino:
7/10
I mean hello? Father?
This woman would take her time for you. If you tell her you really need someone to cuddle you, she will agree, why not after all?
Only one condition, she might want to do some work in the meantime which could be anything from reading, to writing and commanding fatui agents, as well as her children around.
But if you commit to laying on the couch next to her not bothering her too much, mommy/father is gonna take care of you while laying by the fireplace. :>
Scaramouche:
5/10
Would also be annoyed.
âWhy donât you get lost in your room and rest there? Youâre a drag when youâre sick.â But you donât want to go to your room you want affection.
So after long minutes of persuading, he might give in, depending on if he likes you or not.
If he gives in and lets you cuddle him, heâs going to make comments about being annoyed, (all while that manâs got the joker, puppets surely wonât catch a cold) Yet you donât care and let him talk because you know that behind all the complaints, he likes it a bit.
La signora:
5/10
This one is tricky, I feel like she would be a little like Scaramouche, also saying she doesnât want to, but should she give in she might find it slightly pleasant and letâs it play a bit into her Ego, other than Scara who would feel it in affection mostly.
Pantalone:
7/10
If you ask him and he is not out for business, I wouldnât see what keeps him from it. Especially if youâd be at home with him in that luxurious house. Heâd at least stay with you until youâre asleep before heading back to his desk to deal with some contracts. Maybe heâll send someone to fetch him a soup or anything he would know makes you feel better so when you wake up and want to cuddle again, he could also give you something he knows you like to make you feel better.
Tartaglia:
10/10
This manâŠ, you want cuddles, youâre sick? Heâs got your back. Just call him up and heâll try to finish business as fast as possible to come over and help you get better again. Honestly a sweetheart :(
Il Capitano:
2/10
I believe he wouldnât cuddle you because he is more into battling something somewhere (maybe Natlan). But on the other hand he wouldnât be too opposed to making you feel a bit better and comforting you so he would ask you if you wanna come along to Natlan and watch him there!
I mean might not be what you asked for but at least itâs gonna be warmer than Snezhnaya. :)
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no rest for the wicked (nor the foolish)
part eight: in which you're forcibly removed from your comfort zone by none other than the resident ginger, and you meet a certain someone's alter ego(s)
a harbingers x gn reader series!! (includes dottore, childe, arlecchino and pantalone x reader. the rest of the harbingers will not be romantic interests)
notes: surprise surprise, the burn is still slow!! mentions of blood, gn reader with a dosage of snark that probably exceeds the recommended value
series masterlist
author's notes: *daddy's home plays faintly in the background, slowly but surely increasing in volume as i approach you on a hoverboard with a comically large witch's hat on my head and a ridiculous pair of sunglasses on*
word count: 4725
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It was, by all accounts, supposed to have been a completely normal lab session. You were planning the reaction route youâd take to test the enzyme youâd synthesised and the various ways to ensure its effectivity other than the rate of the reaction and the yield as you waltzed through the door (the inscriptions were glowing a pretty purple-pink hue reminiscent of sakura blooms that day). The redox apparatus from two days prior was sitting exactly where youâd left it, nothing out of the ordinary there. The abnormality came in the form of a segment currently in the process of detaching the round-bottomed flask where your product had accumulated from the condenser; the first thought to register was the sheer audacity for anyone to even contemplate touching your experiments, while the second, this is my chance to study the constitution of these âsegmentsâ up close, wasnât far behind. Glancing up sharply, your flask still clutched in his un-gloved hand, (a voice in your head shrilly protested his lack of adherence to safety procedures) the segment began moving away, no doubt to disappear to wherever him and the rest usually stayed. With more agility than you thought you possessed, you rounded the workbench and grabbed him by his sleeve.
âYou. What are you doing with my condensate?â You demanded, grabbing the flask from between his fingers and setting it down on a stand. Now that the imminent danger of your work going to waste was neutralised, you took the time to analyse this segment of your supervisorâs while you had him cornered. This version of Dottore was at least five years younger than the one you were familiar with, probably from his late Akademiya years. And he wore no mask, leaving two brilliant scarlet eyes on full display, rimmed with pale blue lashes and dark shadows beneath them. The segment coughed and fidgeted, trying to find a way to escape your clutches.
âHold still,â you ordered, reaching up to touch his face. You were startled by the smoothness of the skin, having expected something cold and metallic. How in Teyvat did he pull this off? You tilted the segmentâs face this way and that, looking for hidden wiring or steel plating or anything else that would belie machinery, yet you found nothing. You gave his cheeks an experimental squeeze, and were further surprised when your fingers dug into what seemed to be soft skin, then dropped your hands, stumped.
âHuh. You look very human.â
âPrime did tell me that was the intention,â the segment agreed, flushed in the face and still trying to discreetly push past you.
Even his voice didnât sound robotic in the slightest, riddled with natural dips of tone and perfect inflection for the context. Your eyes took in every detail, every movement, still failing to spot anything that wouldâve given him away as a machine.
âIncredible. Did he give you a name?â
âNo. Prime wouldnât waste a second thinking about something so inconsequential.â
If you werenât mistaken, the segment sounded almost bitter, staring blankly down at the wall with those striking eyes. You felt a twinge of pity; being a clone for Dottore was probably a thankless task. âWould you like one?â You offered, not unkindly. âIf your system permits that sort of input, of course.â
âI- I have no use for such things.â It was strange to think that your Doctor, impenetrable and unmoving as he was, had been capable of stuttering to the point where he himself recalled and implemented the trait.
âHow about Theta? Iâll need to distinguish between you lot somehow.â
 âItâs of no difference to me,â the segment- Theta- mumbled, before shooting you one last look, then disappearing in the split second it took to turn your head in his direction. You wondered where heâd gone, and why he was so wary of you.
Oddly enough, you didnât see the Doctor for the entire morning and well into the afternoon. It was far from ordinary for him not to be in the lab the moment you arrived, (you suspected he slept there, if he even slept at all) muttering under his breath as he worked and occasionally ordering you to hand him the wrench or scalpel or graduated pipette in a tone so entitled it tempted you to bash him in the head with the very equipment you handed him. Still, you couldnât deny his usefulness. Having two pairs of hands was always easier than one, especially when the other pair was as experienced as they came; you could bounce any question off him and receive a convincing answer, even if he could never resist throwing in a mocking remark about âhow shameful it must feel to have such a rudimentary fact slip your mind.â
However, you had much better uses of your time than fretting over the location of your boss, such as extracting a sample of noradrenaline from the brain of a body so fresh you half expected the eyes to open in the midst of your operation. Even after such a time-consuming procedure, the Doctor had yet to make an appearance. You wrote it off, assuming he wouldnât be present that day, and ate all the fruit tarts youâd brought while boring holes into your notebook with your eyes and trying to determine what exactly had gone so wrong amidst your calculations that the percentage error was at an unforgivable fifty seven percent.
âOne hundred cubic centimetres of sulphuric acid sounds unreasonable,â a voice from over your shoulder remarked. You blinked, refocusing on the sheet of paper. A whispered curse slipped past your lips as you registered where youâd went wrong; the decimal point of the volume of acid was indeed one too many zeroes to the right. You twisted to see whoâd given you the hint.
It wouldâve been incredibly easy to mistaken this segment for Dottore himself, but he lacked the jagged scar spanning from above the mask to his chin and cutting right through the corner of his lip. This segmentâs face also wasnât as harrowed, unlike Dottoreâs hollowed cheeks and deathly pale complexion. You probably wouldâve missed the difference yourself, if you werenât so accustomed to the tiny details of the Doctorâs countenance. The segment grinned lazily.
âLike what you see, sweetheart?â
Oh, for the love of-
You shoved him away with a roll of your eyes. Not quite as Dottore-like as his appearance suggested, then.
âYou segments are rather friendly today. To what do I owe the pleasure?â
âSince Prime isnât here to hassle us about disturbing you, we thought we might as well make use of the main lab.â
A frown formed between your brows as you mulled over his response, absent-mindedly scratching out the mistakes in your calculations.
 âMain lab? Thereâs others? And why would the Doctor forbid you from utilising it on my account?â
The segment leaned over, resting his elbow on the workbench and his cheek in his hand as he watched you. âWhat do you mean whyâ- a delighted expression crossed his face, and his resounding cackle made you look up apprehensively from your notes. âOh, what a scream. You mean you donât know?â
The notion of ânot knowingâ made the scholar in you bristle. âDonât know what?â You snapped, crossing your arms and turning to subject him to the full force of your glare.
âYouâll find out soon enough, lovey,â he replied with another laugh. You scowled.
Patronising piece of-
âI heard you even gave one of us a name,â he said, interrupting your furious train of thought. âI didnât think you were so besotted.â
You clicked your tongue dismissively, waving him off. âDonât be ridiculous. Itâs counterproductive not to know the names of oneâs assistants.â
It was the segmentâs turn to bluster. âI am no oneâs assistant!â
âMhm. Be a dear, Gamma, and pass me the dichloromethane so I can make some aspirin for the inevitable headache you lot are going to give me.â
Muttering and grumbling and secretly preening over his namesake being a highly dangerous electromagnetic wave, he slid you the bottle and even a measuring cylinder and pipette to boot. You rewarded his extra efforts with a small smile, and Gamma suddenly understood every nonsensical thought that Prime had experienced since you arrived in Snezhnaya.
Throughout the day, more and more of the segments appeared from Archons-know-where and took to hovering around you while you go about your business, or chattering and doing a fine job of distracting you from whatever you were reading, or even rushing to assist you. You didnât complain; it was fascinating seeing these different facets of the Doctor. Most of the older segments are rather similar to him, although Gamma had a rather prominent flirtatious streak, while another youâd named Omega was more snappish and impulsive. The younger ones were unfailingly comical; Theta was so easily flustered and a little more apprehensive about explosive compounds than the rest, and Pi, whose name referenced the pastry that was such a direct contradiction to his character, was rude, arrogant and reckless.
(âSince youâre such a bitter pill to swallow, Iâll call you Pi.â You grinned at your own joke. âNo other aspect of you is remotely close to sweet, after all.â
Pi scowled animatedly, shattering the beaker in his hands from how hard heâd gripped it. âI wonât answer to a name given by a simpleton.â)
âPi, clean the mess you made in the fume cupboard! Some of us have organic lungs that canât handle toxic fumes, you know!â
âI donât see how thatâs my problem,â he snapped back, then slunk off to do as youâd told him when you werenât looking.
The youngest of the segments, who barely reached your waist and had yet to even speak in your presence, had taken to trotting after you wherever in the lab you went, weaving between your legs and staring up at you with wide eyes half-hidden by a mop of messy blue hair. Youâd come immensely close to tripping more than once, but you couldnât bring yourself to scold him at all, instead nudging him out of the way like a cat sitting in the middle of the hallway. The segments were helpful enough, even if youâd been talked back at more times that day than your entire career as a lab technician in the Akademiya supervising young recruits, and by the time you were contemplating the prospect of heading to the dining hall for a bite to eat everything was in order; reagents alphabetically stored in their cabinets, counters wiped and glassware washed, even the enormous, curved windows were polished to a high shine. You spared them an approving look as you walked past, arms laden with bottles of (carefully separated) acidic and basic waste, admiring the aerial view of the snowy forest below, draped over the mountainside like a shaken-out blanket. The young segment was still tailing you, a lollipop youâd fished out from one of your pockets in his mouth; his utter disregard for where he was stepping had put you on your last nerve, but every time you sat him down in a safe corner heâd stare dolefully up at you before reappearing in your peripheral vision a few moments later. It was a wonder you hadnât lost your temper, really.
âEpsilon, I can see your reflection in the window,â you pointed out in an unimpressed tone to the segment whoâd been on the verge of grabbing your shoulders in an attempt to startle you. He huffed and grumbled, shaking the hair out of his eyes and cheekily tipping the neck of one of the bottles you were carrying as though to let the acid milkshake within, so to speak, spill, then pranced away from your scathing glare with a merry tune on his lips. You didnât know how the segments seemed so familiar with you, as though theyâd known you all their lives; Pi somehow knew how much value you placed on your leather gloves, as heâd threatened to use them for chromium extraction when you didnât let him take one of your fungi petri dishes, Gamma had off-handedly mentioned how it was a shame your ear piercings had closed up years ago because you couldnât match with their fluorescent blue test tube earrings, and Theta wordlessly handed you a pile of the expensive cider wood parchment you preferred to use and hurried away before you could say anything. It was baffling, to say the least, but you appreciated the extra help. It meant you could skip off to have a rather overdue lunch without fretting over something or other you might have mistakenly left over a Bunsen burner, even if it was strange leaving the lab without the Doctorâs voice criticising your lack of commitment to your education as the door swung shut behind you.
You werenât even surprised to find Childe outside, leaning against the doorframe and tossing a dagger through the air, letting it flip over itself before catching it once more. When you opened the door, he stumbled into you and the dagger slipped from his hands as he nearly knocked you backward; but in a rare moment of swift reflexes you jumped to the side to snatch it from mid-air before it could stab either of you in the leg, only for Childe to latch onto your cloak as he fell and subsequently landing you on top of him. For a long, drawn-out moment, you just stared at each other; one of your hands pressed to the floor near his head while the other gripped the knife a safe distance above you. You quickly noted two things. One: Childe was bony and being draped over him was overall an uncomfortable experience; the apex of each of his ribs dug sharply into your chest, and two: his eyes were a peculiar, beautiful shade, less like the sea and more like heavy velvet thrown over something that glowed bright and blue, dimmed by the weight of the fabric.
Childe was finding it difficult to process anything other than your closeness. Yes, you were even more breath-taking up close and yes he wouldâve given anything to place his hands on your waist and pull you closer still, but he was even more enamoured by the dips and points of your knuckles where your hand gripped the dagger, the creases in your leather gloves around each finger and the oddly calculating look in your eyes as you appraised him. You could stab him, he realised with a rush, staring up at you. You could drive the blade down and lodge it between his ribs and he probably wouldnât be able to react fast enough because it was you, and his blood would stain your cloak and blouse and a coppery taste would fill your mouth. He wondered if Signora was right, and whether you really would look better in red.
You cleared your throat, breaking the spell, and Childe suddenly noticed all the other tiny little things he probably wouldnât get close enough to see again. The notion that such things would remain secret almost made him panic, and it took considerable effort not to clutch at you as you rose to your feet and dusted yourself off. You extended your hand to him, and he allowed himself a split second of self-indulgence, the liberty of seeing your outstretched hand reaching towards his collapsed body as something more than it was; he let himself believe that you, so bright and resplendent in your every trait you might as well have been the moon, were offering him, a creature writhing in the darkness, salvation or even just a momentâs respite.
You hauled him up from the floor with a grunt of effort (he couldnât possibly be as bony as he felt. All that weight had to come from somewhere), then took off your glasses and held them to one of the wavering white lamps, handing him the dagger.
âHello, Eleven.â You frowned at the new scratches on the lenses and started rubbing them with the hem of your blouse, even if you knew it was a fruitless endeavour. âHow long were you waiting out here?â
âLong enough,â he all but whined in response, slinging an arm around your shoulder and ruffling your hair. Your only protest was a half-hearted grumble as you shoved your glasses back on, and his chest warmed with the thought that you no longer instinctively rebuked his touch. âCâmon, Trixy. I didnât think you were the type to ghost someone after a date.â
âWhat are you talking ab- oh, for heavenâs sake,â you said exasperatedly, shooting him a look as he walked towards the stairs with you in tow. âDonât be so dramatic.â
He beamed so widely you nearly stumbled on the steps, blinded by the intensity of his glee.
âSo youâre not denying it was a date?â
You sighed out an incredibly inappropriate curse, drowned out by Childeâs hearty laughter.
âYou are an incorrigible man.â
âWell you went on a date with this incorrigible man,â he countered cheerfully and not without a healthy dose of smugness. That earned him a withering look, and you detangled yourself from his side as you walked down the corridor.
âEveryone makes mistakes,â you said with a shrug, laughing slightly when he let out an indignant splutter. Childe bristled, trailing after you with an exaggerated pout.
âYou should apologise for hurting my feelings, Trixy.â âIf I were to apologise every time I bruised your fragile ego Iâd never have time to say anything else,â you teased, linking your arm with his and pulling him along. âNow come on, they serve an exquisite pumpkin soup on Wednesdays.â
You wondered at what point youâd become so friendly with the Harbinger, to feel relaxed enough to so casually poke fun at him. Maybe your self-preservation instincts were decaying. Maybe it was worth it.
âI donât want to see that⊠Arlie again,â Childe protested. You looked at him sidelong.
âOh?â You asked, feigning surprise. âWhy not?â
Because she outranks me and I donât like having to share your attention, he thought. âShe beat me in a fight once,â he admitted grudgingly. It wasnât even a lie; that bitter defeat was indeed part of the reason he felt less than ecstatic around her, though the atrocities sheâd carried out to become the fourth Harbinger were impactful too.
 âInfighting between members of the same organisation should not be the norm,â you stated, shaking your head. âYou Fatui are ridiculous.â
Childe laughed, tugging you closer by your linked arms to elbow you in the ribs. âYouâre one of us ridiculous Fatui now, remember?â
âI am not!â You protested, affronted, before sighing at the self-satisfied expression on his face and changing the subject. âTsk. So you refuse to speak to her just because you lost to her once? Thatâs immature, even for you.â
âNo, no, defeat is all part of the battle. I donât like that she refused a rematch.â
You hummed thoughtfully, chewing over his response.
âSo you believe youâd win this time?â
âMaybe,â he replied with a shrug, steering you past the dining hallâs entrance. âIt doesnât matter though, does it?â He continued, as though the idea of combat for the sake of combat was the most normal thing he could possibly conjure. âSparring with a strong opponent is the real goal. Say, Trixy. Are you any good in a fight?â
You snorted. âIâm a scholar, Eleven, not a warrior. And even if I was, I wouldnât spar with you.â
His face took on an almost comically wounded expression. âWhat? Why not?â
âBecause I know when Iâm outmatched,â you replied dryly, letting him drag you along. A dejected expression you felt compelled to ease fell over his face. âAlthough I do have passable aim with a bow and arrow,â you reluctantly offered, and the change in his demeanour to unadulterated ecstasy was laughable.
âReally?! Youâve got to show me.â
âWhat? No, absolutely not.â Your reply was swift and decisive, but Childe was nothing if not meddlesome and persistent.
âNo, no, no, youâre not getting out of this,â he jubilantly exclaimed, tightening his hold on your arm as if to prevent you from running off. âWeâre going to one of the training grounds right now, and youâre going to do some target practice.â
âIâll use your bloody head as a target if you donât drop it, Eleven,â you threatened.
âGreat idea, letâs try that too!â
Even as you lamented his utter insanity, Childe steered you to the west wing of the palace where youâd never been before. Upon looking around, you concluded that all forms of combat training happened there; the sound of crashing steel and muffled gunshots, interspersed with the occasional crackling, sloshing or rumbling from what was probably from Vision holders practicing how to utilise their elements in battle. The silver in the walls was twisted into different patterns from what youâd become familiar with, abstract depictions of battles long-past and a whole wall of solemn, important-looking text gleamed almost menacingly, commanding the attention of any who walked past it. From your passable fluency in the Snezhnayan tongue, you deciphered it to be an oath of sorts where the reader swore to carry out a myriad of jovial things such as turning the snowy landscape into a rubyâs facet with the enemies innards or their own, and wreaking havoc within the heavens until it rained scarlet. All in the name of Her Majesty the Tsaritsa.
Wow. Bloodthirsty much?
You eyed the oath distastefully, missing how reverently Childe mouthed it as he led you into an empty archery range. Rows of targets stood on the other side, pockmarked and their paint scratched, with a few of them sporting an unfortunate red-brown stain. You were grateful that there was no one there, at least; if you were a little rustier than you remembered then there was no one to witness your mediocrity other than Childe, who was presently looking through the extensive selection of bows and chattering about the various advantages and disadvantages of different models. You riffled through one of the many quivers of arrows scattered haphazardly about, admiring the high-quality steel of the heads. Some of them even had meticulous patterns along their shafts, no doubt hand-painted, and you appreciatively traced a particularly striking golden dragon with tiny, methodical scales spanning the entirety of the arrow, ending at the head where the dragons jaws were open in a roar.
âWell, Trixy? What bow are you going to use?â
You glanced up from the quiver, twirling the dragon arrow between your fingers, eyes skipping over the countless bows laid across the stands. You noted the ones tossed carelessly across them with a disapproving glance, and eventually picked the one that was the most similar to what you remembered using, long-limbed with a straighter taper and made from wood you recognised as Yumemiru from the distinctive diamond-shaped whorls.
âWhy that one?â Childe asked, mesmerised by the sight of you in his element with a weapon at your fingertips. What were you thinking about when your hands reached for that particular bow? Did you have any specifications, preferences in regards to size or even the type of wood it was made from? Were your eyes drawn by the faded blue leather wrapped around the handle? Would you prove to be better, smarter, quicker than he was? The thought sent his heart racing and his brain spiralling with the prospect of having you as a competitor, an opponent.
âDoes it matter?â You replied with a shrug, testing its weight in your hands. âIâm no expert when it comes to the craftsmanship of weapons. The bow I learned to shoot was probably older than me with a string practically on its last life.â You frowned slightly, looking up at him. âWhy do you ask? Is there some sort of technique or guideline I should follow?â
âNo, no, donât worry about doing something wrong,â he reassured, his back to you as he assembled a quiver of arrows. You lowered the bow to stare at him, flabbergasted that heâd so quickly and accurately read the involuntary hesitation in your answer.
âUsually we have beginners start with a compound bow, but you probably have your own inclination by now,â Childe continued, oblivious to your astonishment. âWhat youâve got there is a longbow,â he added, tossing you an archery glove. âTheyâre generally more difficult to master and harder to use.â
You pulled off your glove after making sure his back was still turned before replacing it with the one he gave you, and then picked up the bow again with new interest.
âI see. And yours?â You asked, nodding towards the one he had picked, white wood gracefully curved and narrowed at the tips.
âThis oneâs a recurve bow. Theyâre better at close range and generally need more strength to draw.â
Childe couldnât help but be entranced by your contemplative expression, all furrowed brows and a distant gaze as you took in the new information. He had to agree that you really were a scholar before all else; the pensive look you so often sported might as well have been made to be worn by your features. In your eyes, even an archery range became an experiment, a mystery to untangle. You sighed and turned to face the targets, nocking the arrow and drawing the bowstring back to touch your chin. Childe watched as you adjusted your aim, mentally evaluating your form, then let the arrow fly. He let out a low whistle of appreciation when it hit the centre with a satisfying thunk.
âClearly your aim is more than just passable,â he remarked with an excited glint in his eye that you didnât quite like.
âAccuracy is all I have,â you replied with a shrug, lowering the bow and gently pressing your fingers into the indent the bowstring left in your chin, perfectly aligned with the barely-visible scar there. Youâd forgotten how tender the skin could get. âI doubt I can still hit a moving target, for one.â
âBut you can get the bullseye every time?â
âNot every time,â you corrected, making your way to the target to pull the bow out of the wood. The painted dragon really was a masterpiece, and you took a moment to admire it before heading back to the archersâ stand. Childe grinned and followed after you, bow temporarily forgotten.
âSo most times then?â He pressed, trailing closely behind you.
âWhere are you going with this, Eleven?â
 âI still think we should spar,â he replied brightly, so close he was practically breathing down your neck. âWeâll make it so that if you manage to shoot me even once, I go down, or we couldâ-
You twisted around to poke his chest with the fletching of the arrow, cutting him off. âNo.â
âPlease?â He implored, rounding on you whatever direction you turned to avoid him. âPlease, please, please?â
âNo!â You repeat, louder and with the full force of your irritation. âIâm not dying before I get this damned certificate!â
There was a beat of silence as he stared at you, slightly aghast. âYou think Iâd kill you?â
ââŠI donât think youâd do so on purpose, no,â you conceded, taking out your pocket watch. âBut your strength exceeds mine to the point where fearing for my life in a duel wouldnât be unreasonable.â
âIt is unreasonable to assume Iâd ever hurt you,â Childe groused, continuing to block your path every time you tried to move past him. âStop trying to get away,â he added, bending over to pinch your cheek. You stared at him, utterly at a loss for words, then quickly smacked his hand away with an irate grumble.
âI need to get away, I still have lab work to do.â
Childe flapped his hand as if physically shooing away the idea. âYou work too hard, Trixy. Take a break.â
âAnd what do you think this little exercise was?â
âA chance to impress me with your archery skills, of course,â he replied without missing a beat, wiggling his eyebrows teasingly. You rolled your eyes with a quiet huff of laughter, pushing past him, and he dutifully followed after you.
âYouâre not very difficult to impress, are you?â You teased back.
Only when it comes to you, he thought wistfully.
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the SAGAU if only i could hold you through a screen was great :') would you accept doing a g/n one with the harbingers? if thats too many, maybe just childe and arlecchino if thats ok c:
If only I could hold you through a screen | Harbinger addition!
Characters: Childe, Arlecchino, Dottore, Signora
Summary: Self Aware Harbingers watch you cry, not sure what to do or how to help. All of a sudden you drop the line "I wish you were here with me."
Warnings: Reader is crying, possessive behavior, immense anger, violent thoughts, death, genshin spoilers
A/U: Self aware genshin AU
A/n: Thank you so much anon!! I'm so glad you liked it! SO instead of doing all the harbingers I thought of doing the ones that I have been introduced too through the game! Yes I'm including Signora, so that will be during her battle in that one weekly domain gut wrenching đAlso sorry if this is OOC
CHILDE
You staring at Childe through the character screen was off-putting enough for him. But then with tears streaming down your face? That was when he became deeply concerned for you. There was this anger bubbling inside him, he wanted to take it out on those that made you cry. He wanted nothing more than to be there with you to comfort you.Â
He started to do his idle where his bow shows up, resisting the urge to shoot something around him. You were hyperventilating, the tears overwhelming your eyes. He hated seeing you like this, he wanted to see your smile again. Your broken voice hit his ears as he put his bow away. He stared at you as you muttered to yourself.
âI wish you were with meâŠâ
Your words shattered his heart. He didnât think that you, an all mighty being, could be so vulnerable. And that fact you were so vulnerable in front of him, call him selfish, but he felt so happy that he was the person you could feel like this with. He just watched you cry, plotting the downfall of those that had harmed you. No one would get away with hurting a god such as yourself.Â
He calmed down as he saw you drift off to sleep. His eyes were dark with rage, as his gaze from your sleeping figure didnât break. Your screen dimmed due to inactivity, and his body was stiff. There was only one thing in his mind. And that thought passed through his lips as you could slightly hear him in your sleep.
âDry your tears, you will have a wonderful place here in the Fatui. You will be protected within the Tsaritsaâs care and mine too.â
LA SIGNORA
You were crying as you had the pause menu open. You thought you could handle this fight against Signoria again. You never liked killing her over and over again, it was too much to your already aching head and heart. She realized you had stopped fighting her, and she saw your crying state. Signoria wanted to go easy on you, hoping youâd just finish this already. She didnât like fighting you, much like how you didnât like fighting her.
She felt so upset that someone could have this power over you. Signoria couldnât even think that you, an all mighty being, could be so vulnerable. She then felt the battle continue, figuring that you decided to push through your sadness. She admired you for the way you would push though. Then the words you screamed out as you continued the fight with her hurt her so much.
âI wish you were with me!
Her anger couldnât be contained as flames came out of her dress. It was a lot more intense as you tried to beat her. She let you win, however, with one of your best times in her domain. She just hoped it would have made you feel a little better. She saw you exit, feeling so bad as she wished you stayed. She longed for you, and she watched you as you stood outside her domain.Â
And after you fell asleep, standing outside the domain, AFK she could still see you. She could see your sleeping, tear stained face. It hurt her knowing that not only fighting her made you so sad, but someone outside their world made you sad. She brought a hand up to the window as she just stared at the carrier of your actions. She muttered out to herself, hoping you heard her in your resting state.
âEven in death, I will try my best to protect you, all mighty creatorâŠâ
DOTTORE
You had been attached to Dottore ever since he was shown in the manga. He could feel your attachment even before the game released, even before his story in the game was shown. He admired you so much, and he hated that he had to turn everyone in Sumeru against you. His cutscene played, but he was intrigued when he saw you crying. He started to think that you were so hurt by his plot, by how the whole story quest was going.
He wasnât far away after that cut scene. He stayed around, wanting to make sure you were okay. But he could only hear your sobbing, and he got closer, wanting to comfort you. The more you cried, the more he wanted to see you. The more he wanted you to see him and his comforting gaze, and it hurt him when you stuttered out of your tears.Â
âI w-wish y-you w-were with m-m-me.â
He found your stuttering crying voice cute, but he wanted to help you so bad. Dottore couldnât bring himself to accept the fact that someone could make you cry. It hurt him when you said that you needed him when he wasnât there. He wanted so bad to be with you, to comfort you. His mind went to crazy places.
He noticed you were falling asleep, letting the dialogue pause to let you sleep peacefully. He felt honored to see a god like you, fall asleep and be peaceful. He wanted to kill those that made you sad, made you cry like this. His mind was plotting as the screen dimmed. He muttered to himself, not wanting the others around to notice he was there.
âI will do anything to those that make you cry, wire their brains to worship you like the god you are.â
ARLECCHINO
You were so excited to finally see Arlecchino after the trailers and leaks from the community. But you felt so upset during the quest, you couldnât handle not crying. As you were listening to her dialogue, you were sobbing. Arlecchinoâs ears perked up as she heard your sad sobs. It shocked her that you, the all seeing being, could be this vulnerable.
She became more concerned the longer you stayed on her dialogue screen. She had just met you, but she had heard of you through word of mouth, since you were a popular deity that was worshiped all over Teyvat. But seeing you like this for the first time was new. You had trusted her enough, after one interaction, to cry in front of her. Then your soft sad voice spoke up and she was stunned.
âI wish you were with me.â
Her eyes widened when she heard your soft and sad voice say that. She wanted you with her, too, to be worshiped like the god you are. She had always fantasized of all the children of the House of the Hearth meeting you, as they all admired you. She set up a room for you, and she wanted you there more than ever. But there was this rage that someone did this to you, made you this sad.
She sighed as it seemed she would be stuck in this dialogue for a little bit as you fell asleep. She was content, though, seeing you now calm from your previous crying fit. She broke out of her pose to bring her hand to her chin, as she thought to herself. Her gaze was soft as she stared at your sleeping face. She broke the code once more as she spoke off the script.
âI wish I were with you, to wipe away your tears. Once you come here, you will be worshiped by all in the House of the Hearth.â
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i've always wanted to try making one of these types of posts, and since i didn't have anything easily ready to post this weekend, i figured i'd might as well give it a shot! ê°ironically, getting the colors to work for all of the character's names was harder than writing everything.ê± hope you enjoy! à»ê°àŸàœČÂŽ Ë ` ê±àŸàœČ১
612 words. character order is bold > normal > italic; raiden shogun as the puppet, not ei; written before clorinde, navia, and wriothesley release; barely edited.
Gently. A soft touch that flutters over your knuckles, to the point where youâre left to question whether or not youâd even felt it, their lips pressing against your skin, lingering for a second or two before relocating to another part of your face. Thereâs no rush, in their mind, only this moment of intimacy between the both of youâonly this shared moment where theyâre allowed to bathe in your presence the same way you bathe in the sunlightâs warmth.
The rest of Teyvat is left forgotten as they reach for two teacups, arms loosely wrapped around your waist as they guide you to sit beside them, planting a kiss or two on your cheek as they pour a cup for the both of you. Youâll hold each other like this, sipping at your beverages as they inquire about your dayâthe stresses and responsibilities of theirs fading away in your closeness.
Lisa, Zhongli, Ayato, Dehya, Kazuha, Wriothesley, Kaveh, Navia, Ningguang.
Hesitantly. Unversed in the concept of affection, theyâve yet to entirely adjust to the idea of being in a romantic partnership, the thought of being within one seemingly wholly outlandish before theyâd met you. While youâre more than content to take the lead within your relationship, initiating physical affection and all the like, they canât help but wish to do the same for youâkeep you safe within their arms and show you just how grateful they are for your love.
This desire culminates in them walking up behind you, timidly wrapping their arms around you as they ask whether or not youâre comfortable within their hold. This initial experimentation begins with them holding you as though youâre made of glass, though theyâll slowly begin to warm up and become more confident over time. Although their fingers still nervously twitch as they hover over your skin, please donât tease them too much. Theyâre trying their best.
Kabukimono, Neuvillette, Xiao, Al-Haitham, Eula, Albedo, Clorinde, Raiden Shogun.
Tenderly. They love youâtheyâre whipped for you, reallyâlove teasing you for interrupting their work, conveniently ignoring the fact that it was ê°truthfullyê± beginning to drive them mad. They silently thank Celestia whenever you visit during the afternoon, squeezing yourself into their chair as the both of you share a meal, allowing their mind a much needed break from their dutiesâthough youâd never know with the flirtatious taunts falling past their lips.
During the evening, your attempts to have them accompany you back to your shared home often result in you sitting atop their lap, leaning into their touch, and listening to their heartbeat as you wait for them to finish up just a few more papers and pack up for the night. Neither of you really even realize just how much time has passed before theyâre finally ready to leave, too immersed within your conversation ê°gossip, of which they hear a lotê± to pay attention to the ticking of the clock.
Beidou, Kaeya, Ayato, Childe, Heizou, Wriothesley, Yae Miko.
Possessively. Thereâs absolutely no contesting their grip once they pull you towards them, arms tightly wrapping around your form and leaving zero chance of escape. Theyâll lean down towards you, burying their head in the crook of your neck as youâre held still, whispering against your skin that youâre left unable to decipherâthough you suspect it's intentional.
Any semblance of space that existed between the both of you is wholly destroyed, bodies flush against each other and their arms pushing you even further into themâalmost as if theyâre attempting to fuse the both of you together. Their head turns towards you at some point, stars dancing about in their eyes as you catch sight of the small blush dusting their cheeks. Point it out, however, and theyâll be quick to break the embrace, pushing you away with remarkable speed and insisting that you were mistaken.
Scaramouche, Wanderer, La Signora.
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Characters; All the Harbingers (including Scaramouche and Signora)
Genre: Modern!AU
Summary; A little girl Pierro found after her family abandoned her in the cold winter of Snezhnaya. How will the Harbingers deal with her growing up in their organization?
Warnings; mentions of abandonment, bullying, scara and Dottore not caring abt u for like a millisecond, implied nudes but itâs not direct, if you squint thereâs a little Pantalone/Signora but It can be seen as platonic
Notes; uhm so âorganizationâ for the harbingers can live up to yalls perspectives since itâs a Modern!AU. I didnât wanna say Mafia so imagine to your hearts content.
yâall I would deadass turn this into a series if anyone asked or it got a lot of attention
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context; pierro, who found you as a little girl all alone in the snow and came to the assumption that you were left and abandoned here on his walk towards his work. He couldnât just leave you there all alone to die from the sheer cold, so he brings you to his work, and tries to get any information out of you. Youâre too young and small to say anything, but comes to the conclusion with the constant crying, you were indeed abandoned.
Also, imagine the work place is also their home or wtv and they havĂ© rooms (basically the Tsaritsaâa castle)
Pierro, who doesnât care if you call him by his name or â dadâ when you start to grow up, but he canât deny the small happy feeling in his chest when he hears you call him dad.
Pierro, who is not always physically there due to work and being away frequently, but tries his best to spend time with you during all his free time.
Pierro, who starts to realize that he has a lot to teach you once you enter high school, but figured maybe he should get one of the female-harbingers to talk to you about uh, certain, stuff
Pierro, who makes sure to be very protective of you and always has someone watching over you. Sometimes he tends to be overprotective when you wanna go out to certain places, but get one of the Harbingers or even his boss to talk to him and heâll probably change his mind.
Capitano, who always found you absolutely adorable ever since you were brought to the workplace and would coo under his helmet
Capitano, who lets you play with his helmet when he has to take care of you while the others are too busy with work.
Capitano, who would give you piggy back rides once you were a bit taller and older so you wouldnât easily fall off his back.
Capitano, who is also just as overprotective as Pierro, but he canât help but let you go out when you plead with your adorable puppy eyes. As long as he knows where you are at all times, youâre free.
Colombina, who would sing you lullabies fo sleep whenever you had trouble sleeping- especially on the first night you arrived, too scared to fall asleep.
Colombina, who would sing karaoke with you on some fun nights, even if it was Barbie songs or whatever childhood shows the others made you watch.
Colombina, who surprisingly, was the first to teach you how to read given her love for reading you bedtime stories whenever Pierro was away.
Dottore, who being fully honest, didnât have much of a care for you in the world. Itâs one day when little you is clinging to the fabric of his pants, little hands up in the air and grabbing the air, he canât help but pick you up and hold you.
Dottore, who grabs your wrist with Pantalone as they hold it under the sink after your kindergarten teacher told Pierro you held hands with a boy. They had to wash his touch off of you. Cooties, you know?
Dottore, who helps you ace every single science assignment and test all throughout middle school and high school.
Pulcinella, who made a promise to himself and whatever god was out there that heâd be a second father to you the moment he heard that you were abandoned.
Pulcinella, who instead of teaching you to read like Colombina, teaches you math to make sure you donât fall behind in the difficult subject, and always helps you with your homework. If you take a liking to politics in high school, heâll be happy to teach you the basics and join him for his daily life as the mayor.
Pulcinella, who does his job as mayor and makes sure to find you the top ranked daycare, elementary, middle and high school in all of Snezhnaya. Money wise donât matter, especially to all of them.
Scaramouche, who also didnât give one single shit about you when you came and was a lot more stubborn than Dottore. Itâs not until probably a lot longer later, when you come back from daycare crying about how kids bullied you for being adopted, when he realizes youâre just like him- the both of were you abandoned.
Scaramouche, who when is alone with child you, likes to hide his face behind his hands and opens them with a saying of âpeek-a-boo!â. If not alone, heâs kind enough to let you play with his hat.
Scaramouche, who realizes that a child was able to let him soften up a bit, and that you gave him a new family.
Scaramouche, who teams up with Childe to make sure that absolutely NO ONE would defile you, and if someone did, Childe can make hassle of them.
Sandrone, who makes you little trinkets and baby toys when your first introduced to all the Harbingers.
Sandrone, who is usually the one to change Capitano or Pierroâs minds on their usual overprotectiveness.
Sandrone, who makes sure to protect you from the horrors of the world while growing up. She makes sure everything is age perfect for you, such as baby-proofing all the sharp edges when you were younger, she makes sure you donât hear any of the subordinates being yelled at so you donât get scared, and she sometimes joins in with Childe and Scaramouche to make sure no one defiles you.
Sandrone, whoâs main goal will forever be to protect your innocence, even if it eventually gets ruined.
Signora, who is actually top on the Big Sister list. Like Sandrone, she wants to protect your innocence, but also reminds you that the world is not pure, and many people out there will want to ruin you.
(since this is modern, Iâd like to say her and Childe are close to the same age, so sheâs in her senior year when youâre in middle school)
Signora, who starts to give you friend advice once you enter middle school, because sheâs had her fair share of deal of fake friends all through her years of middle school and high school.
Signora, who also gives you fashion advice or dresses you up for school every morning because lord knows Pierroâs fashion sense is horrible. Sheâs in her last year of high school (senior), so sheâs seen all the good and bad fashion trends which means sheâll know just whatâs right for you.
Signora, who is also the one who tried to get Capitano and Pierro to calm their overprotectiveness, but even she sometimes lets them win when she has a bad feeling about some high school party you want to go to.
Signora, who is your shoulder to cry on if a boy or girl ever breaks your heart. She is the big sister who tells you the noâs and yesâ of high school- no certain photos to men because theyâre monsters at this age, no starting problems for the fun of it, but do make sure to have fun and if youâre dragged in a problem, finish it.
Pantalone, who spoils you ever since the first day you were introduced to them. He somehow beats Sandrone since he buys every single toy youâd point at in shops or see on ads.
Pantalone, who continues to spoil you through your years of aging as it would ascend from baby toys to fake jewelry, clothes, eventually real jewelry and makeup. He did want to give you real jewelry when you were little, but Dottore had to remind him you were a baby and would probably break it. Or eat it.
Pantalone, who glares at any guy youâve taken an interest in. If instead of a guy itâs a girl, Arlecchino will take care of them if they break your heart.
Pantalone, who gives you money for literally every time you want to go out during your high school years. Movies, mall, trips- literally anything. It doesnât matter how much, if you want 20$ heâll give you 200$.
Pantalone, who did indeed turn on the sink and watched as Dottore grabbed your wrist and held it under the sink to wash off the touch of a little boy who held your hand in kindergarten.
Pantalone, who looks online or in stores with you and Signora for dresses when your homecoming and prom comes up. When he sees Signora looking at a dress sheâd like for herself, heâll buy it. He has to spoil his girls, and maybe the men coworkers if theyâre being nice.
Arlecchino, who treats you just as any other kid in the orphanage she watches over, but she has a bit more of a soft spot for you.
Arlecchino, who also wants to protect your innocence, but decides instead that you need to know the horrors of the world and peoples real intentions. She did tell you all this at the age of 2 but all you did was angle your small little head to the side while Sandrone scolded her.
Arlecchino, who truthfully snd sadly, is hardly ever there, but if she ever sees something that reminds her of you on her work trips, sheâll make sure to buy it.
Arlecchino, who is not afraid to punch any man or women who tries to hurt you in any way.
Childe, who is probably the best big brother aside from Pantalone. He joined the Fatui when you were 11 and he was 14, so you two got along very easily and were constantly together.
Childe, who would pull pranks with you on the others but Dottore or Sandrone were quick to catch on with whatever you two would create and Pierro would end up lecturing you both.
Childe, who records literally everything the two of you do, whether it be sneaking out to go to parties, breaking something in the workplace or pranks you created. He has a lot of blackmail on you, comrade.
Childe, who promises you that whatever happens in high school, stays there, unless itâs horrible to the point he has to get your father involved.
Childe, who is in his last year (senior) while youâve just started high school (freshman) and he threatens all the seniors to make sure no one looks at you in the wrong way because 1, it would probably be a felony given theyâre all 18 and 2, the men in his grade are disgusting.
Childe, who once (not once heâs done it a bunch of times) beat up a guy in your grade for looking at you the wrong way. He had to stop when it was on the verge of expulsion, but he thinks the message got across to all the men. The ladies can deal with Signora, seeing as she can waltz in given she was an alumni.
Childe, who is now in university, but he decides to come back from his university to be your prom escort. He is still childish, and he did promise that what happens in high school, stays there, so if you both ditch prom later to get McDonaldâs or go to a party, no one will ever know.
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ok reader who is obbsesed with cooking or chef reader ending up not sleeping for like a day or two what Are the harbingers reaction?
Thank you for your requesstâŒïž
Platonic yandere harbingers with chef reader not sleeping
[Warnings!:implied drugging,mind control,usual behaviour.lmk if I missed anything]
Chances are you were most likely staying up because you were too invested in perfecting one of your dishes, let's see how the harbingers take to this...
Capitano
Capitano's frown would deepen when he saw you clattering around in the kitchen, whether late into the night or early in the morning. Either way, he saw your stubbornness as foolish. Youâre merely human! You need your rest to function properly.
And yet here you are, forcing yourself to stay awake to cook, no less. He would only give a gruff scolding as he picks you up under his arm and walks out of the kitchen. You wonât be running around any more until you get the rest your weak, mortal body needs.
Dottore
Dottore would observe you from the corner of his eye. He has no need for sleep, his body having been modified to avoid such meager necessities, but for you, a mere mortal, itâs essential.
Heâs interested to know how long you can keep up your little sleep strike. No stranger to losing oneself in a project, he mostly sits back and observes, mentally noting each sign of your exhaustion...your movements growing sluggish, your head lolling as you sit in front of the oven.
Once heâs satisfied with his research, he would rather firmly advise you to get some rest. And if you still donât listen⊠well, the next sip of water you take might be a little "special."
Columbina
Columbina would be a bit pouty. On top of not letting your mortal body rest, youâre wasting your time away in the kitchen! She trails behind you, constantly chirping about the importance of sleep, her displeased presence making it difficult to focus.
If you ignore her insistent reminders, sheâll resort to a more direct approach. Donât be afraid when her hands cradle your face, and her soothing singing seeps into your mind, wrapping you in a cool, feathery embrace. Youâll soon begin to feel drowsy, your weary mind finally succumbing to the need youâve been resisting. Simply let your eyes slip shut. It's for the best...
Arlecchino
Arlecchino would hear from the other children of The Hearth if you were up past curfew or causing a ruckus in the kitchen well into the morning.
The Knave does not tolerate any form of self neglect. And so, youâd find yourself whisked away from your precious ingredients into her office.
Your stubbornness is causing trouble for others and, most importantly, for your own body. She will strongly advise you to rest. Youâd do well to take that advice.
Pulcinella
Pulcinella would be highly disappointed. After all, youâre still growing, and you need all the rest you can get.
If you insist on fumbling around late into the night, he wonât take it well. Your stubbornness doesnât endear you to him when it actively harms your health. You should listen to him and restâunless, of course, youâd like your kitchen supplies taken away.
Scaramouche
Scaramouche would be mildly annoyed, more than anything. Here you are, foolishly going against your mortal body. How predictable.
Honestly, your little obsession canât possibly be worth this much hassle. That said, though heâd never openly show it, your pushing yourself bothers him behind his sharp remarks. If heâs particularly irritated, expect constant nagging, scoffs, and eye rolls as you move around in the kitchen.
And if none of that works, heâll simply drag you out of the kitchen and lock the door. How foolish you are, leading yourself to an early grave.
Sandrone
Sandrone doesnât need sleep and actively looks down upon it. She might ignore the fact that your clattering around lasts well into the night.
However, when youâre blinking heavily or dozing off while sheâs talking to you, it becomes an issue. Sheâll remind you that, as much as she would like, you are not one of her puppets; your body needs rest.
If you stubbornly refuse to listen, the appliances in the kitchen will no longer be available. Should you still insist on defying her, youâll find yourself herded back to your room by a few modified ruin machines.
La Signora
Signora is an avid advocate for beauty sleep. Seeing you slaving away in the kitchen on one of your obsessive pursuits would certainly nag at her.
Sheâd scoff, glancing your way, telling you that you look absolutely horrid and should get some shut-eye unless you wish to look like a walking corpse.
I suggest you listen to her unless you want to upset her. An upset Fair Lady is not something anyone wants to deal with.
Pantalone
Pantalone would notice immediately, as he keeps a very specific and tight schedule for you. The moment you deviate from it, heâd already be displeased.
He would be rather impatient when the chefs nervously inform him that youâve been in the kitchen well into the morning. And honestly, you have everything at your disposal, yet you still manage to neglect yourself?
Pantalone is exasperated but firm as he closes off your precious kitchen, commanding the chefs not to let you back in. The maids would frantically usher you up to your room.
If you want your âtoysâ back, youâll have to earn them...starting with getting some rest.
Childe
Childe would be quick to check on you, urging you to take care of yourself. Heâd cheerfully point out the late hour, hinting not so subtly that you should head to bed.
When that fails, heâd try to coax you out of the kitchen with promises of rewards, even offering to read you a story if youâre restless.
But his patience wears thin when the whole house has gone quiet, yet you continue to rustle around in the kitchen. Heâd finally grab the spatula from your hands and start to drag you out, insisting heâll stay and read you a book one of his siblings liked until you fall asleep.
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summer's in the air, heaven's in your eyes
đđđâđđ đ memory from innocent times; or, in which they fell in love with you prior to becoming a fatuus
feat. childe, la signora, scaramouche, dottore
note. readerâs gender unspecified, ajax & reader are kids in his part only ( he was 14 when he fell into the abyss )
CHILDE. ajax
Whether it was summer or winter, spring or fall, you could never tell from your surroundings alone.
Hailing from Natlan meant you were so used to the heat all the time, and your classmate Ajax always called you âthe sunâ for standing out so much in the snow. You were the only one who shivered, the only one who wore such thick coats; and yet, heâd still argue that you were warm like the sun itself.
On your twelfth birthday, he gave you a scarf. âItâs red and warm, just like the sun, just like you!ââthat was what he said with the toothiest of grins, and perhaps you teased him about the color of his hair in return.
But he was right; it certainly was warm, and now the red tint on his face made him feel like he would always match you. He, with his bright orange hair; and you, with your bright red scarf. Maybe it was the preteen years that still have him a childlike joy, but if the sight of you wearing the scarf kept giving him this fluttering feeling, then heâll take it.
Although , for some reason, the days seemed a little brighter now whenever your face was buried in your scarf during school days. Mornings seemed a little warmer when you offered to share your scarf with him. Afternoons seemed a little sunnier when you walked with him home from school.
Maybe, this was what your hometown in Natlan felt like. Or, maybe, everything was so cold without his sun to melt his young heart into a puddle by your shoes.
And now, looking back, with the ends of this red fabric all worn and stretched around his neckâhe still thinks it looks just like you.
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LA SIGNORA. rosalyne
Perhaps it was an over-speculation on her part.
Perhaps, you werenât as bad as she initially thought under this lovely morning light, or with your sweet perfume clashing well with the withering books of the akademiya library. And perhaps, maybe you werenât a rival in her thesis if your hand felt so nice atop her own ( even though you were reaching for the same exact book ).
âYouâre also researching liquid flame?â you perked up, sending her the most nonchalant of glances that made her flustered you even remembered her. The question implied you had no idea she was writing the same topic as you were for her thesisâit implied that you really had no malicious attempt against her at all. Suddenly, she thinks she doesnât hate you at all, with your hand still over hers on the book, even after the nights she spent obsessively studying to finish her paper before you do.
âYes,â she says, and thereâs quite the chance she forgets how to speak properly. But her senses spike the moment you smile in such a supportive way, completely void of any rivalry to writing the same paper.
Then out of nowhere, she finds herself at a table with you, hunched over this singular bookâand perhaps this is the first time she struggles to focus on the words on the page. Because youâre so smart, and somehow even more attractive than she formerly realized, she may think sheâs diseased with an admiration she had not even researched before.
The feeling is akin to what sheâs read in romance books, but she never had time for it back in Mondstadt or even here in the akademiya. Itâs a bit sickening, but it makes her feel so light in the head in this lovey-dovey way she wishes would stay forever. Being so close to her, hunched over a book like thisâshe canât wait to see you at your next class together.
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SCARAMOUCHE. kunikuzushi
âSo many lavender melons!â he laughed wholeheartedly once he saw the pile of the purple fruit on the floor.
And he laughed with his whole chest, smiling with his whole faceâso full of joy that he could trick anyone into thinking he was born with a heart. When he knelt down in front of you, too, the human excitement on his face was ever-so present and clear as day, even as the fabric of his hood fell over his eyes.
âYou know, my hair was made from lavender melons,â he eagerly shared, nothing but everlasting enthusiasm in his gaze when he tilted his head back up to look at you.
Show him even the slightest bit of interest, and heâll ramble on for days. So you simply asked, âYour hair?â
âNot my hair specifically,â he began to explain, âbut the colorâthe dye!â And when he pulled his hood back, you couldnât help but stare. He looked just like your archon, even the same length of her hair. How could a doll so perfectly made still act so human? âAt Konda village, thereâs a traditional art to turn the fruit skin into dye. My mother used it for my head,â he almost smiled to himself.
Itâs pretty, you could always tell him that again. But of course a man-made set of hair was pretty, for he was more perfect than human. So you bit your tongue, instead moving across the lavender melon pile to sit next to him and grab a few strands of his hair. It was so long, so smooth⊠âHave you ever thought of cutting it?â
âHuh?â he perked up. A sudden look fear stuck onto his face for just a moment, and you worried you mightâve said something wrong. âCutting itâŠ? Like, short?â
You only hummed in affirmation.
He stayed silent for a moment, but you didnât know if he was pondering or close to crying. âWill it⊠make me look less like a girl?â You were quick to understand the true meaning of this.
âWill it make me look less like my mom?â
âYes,â you smiled. He practically threw himself into your arms in excitement.
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DOTTORE. zandik
Intelligence was so attractive.
And intelligence in mechanics was even more attractive.
That was his standard, at least. The name Zandik was already widespread and known throughout the akademiya as the one to avoid, as he is on the brink of suspension. It was kind of annoying, being well into his studies here but still being threatened with getting expelled before he could even achieve his massive breakthrough.
And you were there, too. You, who he somehow secured a date with tonight. It was odd, really, how you accepted his proposal so easily. Well, to him it wasnât oddâbut to the rest of the student community it surely was, simply because heâs the weird kid.
But regardless, he took pride in this. And he was going to take you to his most favorite place in all of his home nation: The gigantic ruin guard robot sitting at the mountains south of Sumeru.
He was a type of person that didnât realize he rambled on too much, but he was also someone that didnât like being shut up, either. It took a certain type of patience just to not throw him offâand unbeknownst, you either had that patience, or maybe he just liked you enough to look past it.
But it was odd, it really was. How he caught himself staring at you as you were so deeply etched into your work at the akademiyaâs mechanical lab. He swears heâs never seen you before, and thatâs how his obsessive, hyperfixated researching leads him to find that youâre a new student who doesnât even know of his name or his deeds at this school.
And though heâs never cared for reputation, it somehow feels so relieving, like for once in his life he cared about someone elseâs thoughts on him. And, ah, it was almost time to pick you up. He hoped you liked robot gears in the shape of flowers.
pre-fatui harbingers will always have my heart đ
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â Â what do you want? : the fatui.
â„ scenario: answering a simple question. â„ no triggers â„ i don't have any beta readers - you get what you get. â„ taglist: @mimis-happiest-day
"what do you want from me?" the words slip out, trembling in the cold. your voice is barely louder than a whisper, as if the weight of the question itself could shatter the silence around you. they stare backâeach gaze colder or hotter, more calculating or more devouring than the last. whatever their answers, you know the fatui donât give anything freely.
â„ arlecchino.
her gaze remained sharp as you stared at her, cutting through you like glass. "what do i want?" she repeated, almost mocking, but there's a softness - she thought over your words. "everything," she finally says, her hand reaching to trace over your jaw with the tip of her nails. "your loyalty, your strength, your heart. and, only if you're strong enough, your soul." her words are both a demand and devotion, the only way she would deliver them.
â„ dottore.
he chuckles, the sound low and unhinged. "what do i want?" he purrs in amusement. he takes your hand to hold it open, his thumb rested against your pulse. "to see what makes you tick, of course. to pull you apart, piece by piece - and then, perhaps, if you're good.." he trails off for a moment, his smile mischievous. "i'll put you back together, better than you ever were."
â„ childe.
he grins, a mischievous glint to his eyes. "what do i want? hm.." he echoes, moving closer, voice playful but laced with a surprising depth. "i want everything you've got - every laugh, every secret, every scar." his hand finds yours, fingers threading between your own. :i want to fight beside you, protect you, and maybe.. just maybe, find another reason to stop fighting."
â„ pantalone.
his smile is knowing as it forms, eyes shining with something dark and calculating. "ah, my dear, you know very well what i want." he steps closer, fingers finding your cheek, his gaze holding a weight you couldn't name. "loyalty, love - such beautiful words." his hand lingers a beat too long. "but, what i truly want.. is to see how far you'll go for me."
â„ signora.
her gaze is fierce as always, though tempered by something gentler, softer than her usual demeanor. "what do i want?' her voice is barely audible and she pauses, eyeing you closely. "i want to burn the world down, watch it all turn to ash - with you by my side. you're the one spark i never expected," she adds, a rare smile gracing her lips. â„ scaramouche.
he scoffs, arms crossing in his usual fashion, acting like your question offends him. his tone is biting and mocking as he repeats your question. "i want you to stop asking stupid questions." but he looks away, letting out a deep sigh, annoyed. "you should know by now.. i wouldn't keep you around if i didn't think you were important."
â„ columbina.
her smile is serene, unsettling so, as if she sees far beyond you. "what do i want?" she hums, thinking over the answers as her fingers dance against your shoulder. "i want you, my songbird. to sing for me, to shatter the silence. most of all.." her voice drops, becoming a whisper, like the next words were a deep secret. "i want you to stay, forever bound to this melody only we share."
â„ pierro.
his gaze is unreadable, maybe solemn if you had to choose a word, carrying to weight of worlds and beyond. he repeats your words, considering the question. "loyalty. strength. is that not what everyone wants? but with you.." his hand fingers your shoulder, steadying and grounding you both. "i want.. peace." there's a softness to his voice, a rare vulnerability that you deemed impossible. "stay besides me, and let us carve a legacy that will never be forgotten."
â„ sandrone.
her head tilts, observing you with an eerie, calculating gaze. she always looked at you as if you were a piece of her collection. she repeats the words, quiet and detached, in a way that made you feel like she didn't quite understand. "i want you to stay perfectly still, exactly as you are. i've never been fond of things that break too easily." he fingers lift, tracing your cheek bone, a possessive, chilling touch. "for you, i might make an exception. just don't disappoint me."
â„ capitano.
the weight of his voice is that of unspoken promises, deep and quiet, a rumble if nothing else. "what do i want?' he asks, his tone unwavering but something told you he'd never been asked such a thing. "i want you to stand beside me without fear. to see the world through your eyes and remember what it is i'm fighting for." a gloved hand rested on your upper arm, a surprisingly gentle touch. "and, you're willing, i want you.. as my reason to keep moving forward."
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I want to see each harbinger with a touchy lover/lover whose love language is physical affection đđ
Imagine the Harbingers when your love language is physical affection.
Pierro is learning to adjust. He probably doesnât have the time or energy for large displays of affection. Heâs already very exhausted from his heavy workload and life itself so lots of touching would be a lot for him. But letâs not forget this man is touch-starved. It wouldnât be an overstatement to say youâre the only thing that brings him happiness in this corrupted world. After the fall of Khaenriâah, he probably isolated himself from a lot of things in order to focus on furthering the Fatui. So since you are really the link that reminds him that even he has a fraction of humanity left, Pierro does crave your touch. Just differently than how you might show it. He would enjoy simple physical contact for an extended period of time if that makes sense. Like, not anything overbearing, but tiny. You can pull up a chair and nuzzle yourself into his arm and shoulder while he works. It wonât bother him. You can keep your hand on his thigh as you do your own thing. You can try to hold his hand hostage, but it wonât work for very long, though itâll give him a tiny laugh. Though, once heâs finally out of the office and has free time (which is extremely rare) he wonât say no to lots of cuddles in bed. Truly the only way he can relax. You didnât hear this from me but he enjoys a damn good massage. Just start rubbing his shoulders in the right places and heâll be putty in your arms.
Dottore has grown to like it, enjoy it even, and you know what his favorite thing to do is? Initiate it himself first when he sees you approaching so he can catch you off guard and then tease you. Assuming youâve been with him for centuries since the Akademiya, by now he would have become accustomed to your touch. Sometimes he doesnât even react when you wrap your arms around his neck (heâs a busy man, you know? He canât always pay attention to you despite how much you complain in his ear! Though the segments will happily fulfill that role for you.) Touching the scars on his face will always make him stiffen, Zandik will never get used to that even though they donât hurt anymore. The best time to get touchy with him is when heâs sitting at his desk writing or whatever, since you can easily cuddle him on his lap. Though make sure youâre prepared for it, this is Il Dottore after all. As much as Dottore likes it when you try to challenge him with that intellectual mind of yours, he also loves it when youâre quiet. If you can make sure you stay still for the most part and quiet, his lap and chest are all yours. He might even forget youâre there since he gets so caught up in his work but donât get surprised when he breaks his pens⊠and then accidentally touches your clothes with an ink-covered hand. And donât blame him if you wake up with cramps and sores⊠itâs well worth it though!
Akademiya Zandik is the embodiment of âwhat the hell are you doing get away from me.â And literally, everyone knows this, he does have a notorious reputation after all. There was one time another student placed their hand on his shoulder and he physically recoiled and looked as if he just got burnt. Everyone makes sure not to bump into him in the hallways. Pretty much all of the physical contact heâs had was when he was beaten as a child, so heâs grown a hatred and discomfort for it. Zandik even despises brushing hands with the store clerks and merchants. He canât fathom the fact that touch can be comforting and even healing. He canât hope to understand the idea that hands are used to love, not only to hurt. So if your love language is physical affection, well⊠youâre going to have to hold off on your plans for a long time. I know it hurts, but be happy you managed to get into a relationship with this guy first. You persevered a lot, right? Youâll just have to persevere some more. It takes a long time for him to warm up to your touch, much less constant touchiness. And donât push it. Be patient. The first time you two hold hands is monumental. In due time the two of you will be cuddling together after a long day of performing illegal experiments behind the Akademiyaâs back.Â
Columbina wholeheartedly enjoys it of course! She is an affectionate queen herself! Bina can easily sense you creeping up behind her to trap her in a hug, and she happily lets it happen. She will really just let you do what you want, and she loves how you two have the same love languages since itâs a win for everyone (minus the Harbingers, Pierro has to tell her to focus during the meetings and missions instead of clinging onto you.) It is funny to think that you two actually have schedules - first, youâre holding and pampering her, and then she holds and pampers you⊠yes, a very beneficial relationship, and no one is left out of the affection and love. If you want to hold hands for every activity, go ahead! Honestly, you two could glue your hands together and daily life wouldnât be affected too much since thatâs how it already is like⊠how cute. Though I hope you have good shoulder strength because Columbina will literally drop half her body over you for an extended period of time. Cuddles of course are heavenly, though more often than not, you two end up in a tangle of limbs and have fallen off the bed with the blankets, trying to separate. Oh and if youâre touching her wings? Make sure to be very gentle this time! (Otherwise, she may playfully bat you with them but accidentally put too much force into it and send you a good few feet away.)
Capitano is very confused at first but will go along with it happily. The tall and romantically awkward man doesnât understand why youâre always insisting on holding or touching hands, but when you look so happy and smile so brightly, he could never refuse you. He doesnât understand when you plop yourself on his lap out of nowhere, or when you cuddle into his chest, but he doesnât dare move a muscle. Heâs not even sure what a âlove languageâ is in the first place until you mentioned it offhandedly once, and then the next day heâs reading a very detailed book about it in his private office. Capitanoâs face is completely neutral but inside heâs secretly very touched and honored by your love language. Like, he knew you liked him, but this just solidifies how much you truly loved him. For some reason, he treats this as revolutionary news even though you two are married. Sometimes it doesnât process that someone as lovely and amazing as you can love a monster like him. After acknowledging how much physical affection means to you he will open himself to you whenever heâs not busy. He will make sure youâre comfortable and cozy, because if you get cramps, or get too cold, or too hot, or whatever possible discomfort, he wonât forgive himself. Is he taking tips from the couple's advice book? Yes. Touch him all you want, he wonât be able to reciprocate very well other than a pat on the head and back or two but donât worry, heâs learning.
Scaramouche will act like itâs the worst thing thatâs ever been bestowed upon him⊠initially. Human touch is something that has a long, not-so-good history with him considering all his betrayals. Just the mere thought of it sickens him sometimes, he doesnât think he could ever get used to it again. Though, the puppet has gone through many stages, many changes in his life, you being one of the major ones. A big change usually is accompanied by many small ripples in oneâs life, and that is exactly what you do for him. If youâve managed to make it to this point, a relationship with him, you two have probably touched a few times. But only a few. It is not something heâs accustomed to. So you will have to rein in your need to have your hands all over him and your desire for tons of smooches. Taking it slow with physical affection is key, but you will be rewarded. Scaramouche will slowly begin to tolerate your affection, behind closed doors, however. The only affection that happens in public is when heâs jealous and pulls you into his arms. Toleration turns to him internally begging for more, however, he will never voice that out loud. The Harbinger longs to feel you hold him from behind, as he mumbles curses and how you were so needy under his breath. He hopes that youâll take matters into your own hands and kiss his cheeks so he doesnât have to ask. He wishes for you to caress his chest, the place where his heart is vacant. In your arms, maybe itâs okay for Kunikuzushi to be the vulnerable and emotional puppet he wishes he wasnât⊠But donât get too cocky. He will still dodge your attempts at hugs and watch as you comedically trip over your own feet, and then walk away and softly smile at your whining and pouting behind his back. Â
Wanderer already knows how this goes. After all, you have forgotten him, but he could never forget you. He has every part of you etched into his eternal memories, your touchy habits, your kisses, your hugs, how you always try to sneak some hand-holding in to see if he wouldnât notice. And of course, some things never change. After you two have gotten together again, you still do the exact same affectionate touches as before, as if nothing has changed at all. But he has changed. He is no longer Scaramouche, or Kabukimono, or whatever names he had called himself before. Wanderer seldom complains or makes multiple comments about your affection, nor will he be begging for it frequently. Instead, he has a more neutral-positive take on your affection. When you need him and his touch, he will be there silently. And so he will let you drunkenly mumble into his shoulder and cling to him in the tavern, not caring if that Scribe and the other blonde boy are looking at him. Heâll let you give him a peck on the cheek as thanks for helping you shop even if the mercenary and village leader are chuckling at the sight. Heâll let you greet him with a great big hug even if Sumeruâs Archon smiles knowingly at the sight. Wanderer will let you indulge, for he thinks that you deserve at least that for everything heâs put you through.
Kabukimono is admittedly confused at first, but in no way declines your advances. Your touch makes him feel quite happy after all. But, is it normal for one to be so touchy with their partner? He has seen other couples display such affection, but you seem to provide it far more than the average person! Whether itâs just a mere brush of fingers stroking him or a hand on his thigh, you always seem to be touching him affectionately. The puppet wonders if there is any real meaning behind these lingering touches that he does not understand yet. Surely there must be, right? He knows that some humans have odd habits, as you would put it. But nope - it is simply âhow you show love,â your words echoing throughout his mind. How you show love is through your soft and gentle touches, your rough tackling when youâre feeling devious, the playful pulling of his cheeks, and always finding an excuse to kiss him. And he canât say that he dislikes it! Though, it leaves Kabukimono to wonder - how does he show love?
Sandrone has no clue what to do or make of the situation. Physical affection is something that she is really not familiar with, even if the relationship has been going on for a long time. And someone who is huge on it? Oh boy, youâre going to kill her. I bet once, her face probably got stained with grease or something since she works with machines a lot, and you moved to wipe it off and her face just turned completely blank and still. Just completely unmoving, her hands literally frozen in the position they were in as your fingers tenderly brushed against her cheek. You may or may not have broken Sandrone because for the first time in your life, you heard her stutter, and then she avoided you for the next few days. So, not good at all really, but then again not in a bad way. She wonât get mad at you exactly, but she will not respond or reciprocate because she genuinely doesnât know how. It is a super strange feeling to her, liking someone elseâs touch. Do try not to do it while sheâs working, because she will get distracted and then mess up on her project, and then proceed to lose it and then go turn some poor souls into dolls to let off steam from how ill you make her feel. Will she ever get used to it or get better at reciprocating? Well, Iâm sure youâll be staying with her for a while, so youâll find out down the line.
La Signora enjoys it to a normal extent. There are times when she will be possessive and demand that you shower her with complete and utter adoration which you happily agree to. Though there are times when she will have to decline your offer - she knows you are a needy lover, Signora teases, but she too has work to do. And how will she focus on her duties if you are constantly luring her attention to you instead of where it needs to be? Signora promises to give you what you want later. Though, you will be touching Rosalyne a lot more than you think. Why? Because you help her with her own routine. You will help her do or undo her hair, which means rubbing her scalp gently and combing her hair. (Be careful! She will get annoyed if you pull on it too hard.) You love doing her nails for her, because that means you get to hold her hand for a long time. Please, brush your fingers softly against her face as you adjust the black mask on her face. Please, trace along her collarbones as you put on the black neckpiece that runs down to her chest. Signora doesnât particularly think much of your super affectionate nature, she just knows itâs a part of you and will even use it to her advantage. You give really good massages, sheâs noticed.
Pantalone feels his smile grow every time you unabashedly touch him, because he too will be physically affectionate with no shame. I donât think youâll win against this man because heâs just that good. Youâre kissing him? Well, now heâs got you trapped in his arms littering kisses all over your body. Youâre hugging or holding his hand? Well, now youâre being held hostage by him because heâs not letting go for anything. Every single time youâre touchy with him he will turn it around on you and be the one caressing you instead. All with a damned teasing smile as if this doesnât fluster him the tiniest bit. Pantalone is the kind of guy to have his hand on your thigh under the table at every chance he gets. He will have an arm linked around yours at every social gathering or party there is. He will have you on his lap while doing anything possible - in his office doing paperwork, reading a book, even merely having a regular conversation. I donât know, heâll tell you about Snezhnayaâs economy if you want. You get my point. So, in conclusion, he is really one of the best to have your hands all over, so long as youâre prepared to receive what you give.
Arlecchino doesnât really know what to do⊠she didnât even know it was possible for someone to be so touchy-feely. You cling to her more than the children do! Sheâs rather indifferent to it, she wonât reject it, but she wonât exactly encourage it either. She is a woman who likes her personal space, after all. Though at times she does enjoy your kisses and hugs, sometimes she just needs to be by herself, and your constant affection can be distracting⊠Though, Arlie does like it in moderate amounts. For example, coming home after long days to be pampered and kissed all over by you. As much as she looks unsettlingly composed and unaffected, even she feels the weight of her responsibilities sometimes. When you two finally have the time to cuddle she wonât be irritated at how you wonât let go, and will stroke your hair as youâre buried in her chest. All Arlecchino asks is that you donât do it in public, because even the orphans are beginning to whisper about how âFather is oh so lovey-dovey and mushy-gushy with [Name]â and she really canât deal with that right now.Â
Childe is a cuddle bear himself, so expect to be evenly matched and also appreciated for your love language. Although Childe doesnât really show it or acknowledge it himself, he is probably a bit touch-starved. Thatâs what falling into the Abyss and joining the Fatui as a kid does to you. So if you want to try and squeeze him to death affectionately, go ahead! He will be accepting the challenge and doing the same to you. If you have the need to always be holding his hand or gripping a piece of his clothing, he will let you. Even if youâre in the streets of Liyue, onlookers passing by, or in the privacy of your own home while heâs cooking (he will literally cook with one hand, donât test him.) If you have the sudden urge to kiss him silly out of nowhere, by all means, he welcomes it. And he will reciprocate it ten times harder. He finds it rather adorable, to be honest. Iâm sorry but he definitely tickles you as revenge if you glomp him too hard or something. Itâs all in good fun though! Ajax is not one to waste your affectionate habits, whatever little time he has with you will be spent wholeheartedly loving you to the fullest.
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Fatui Harbingers with a child they don't own
ââ àšà§ïŒfatui harbingers & reader
àšà§ïčsynopsis :: a child that doesn't seem to belong to any one of them is known to wander around headquarters, though it's not exactly clear whose it is or how it even got there. well, it's cute enough, isn't it?
àšà§ïčgenre :: fluff
àšà§ïčcontent :: gn reader, child reader, child endangerment đ, scaramouche is soft because baby, pantalone is trying to teach a kid stocks, pulcinella is such a grandpa
àšà§ïčwords :: 2k
this was a little thought that came to mind, mostly because of the fact I was like "Capitano forced to carry around some lil baby would be cute" and I'm fuckin speed running writing this before sports tryouts I've got less than one hour đ
nvm I didn't finish in time and it got cancelled anyway so we can work slowly now (I didn't even finish this until the next day anyway LMAO) the mild implication each of them handles the same child on different days and this kid is just experiencing all of these things is funny to me for no reason
you have a horrible habit of wandering off while waiting for your parent, somehow managing to find yourself in the stranger possible places. how you end up there, nobody who has to look for you ever really knows, but you usually end up finding at least one person who willâif nothing elseâtolerate you.
the youngest of the Harbingers is the easiest to survive and get along with. Childe likes you, and knows how to keep you entertained while he somewhat awkwardly waits to see if anyone will arrive to look for you. admittedly, he likes it whenever you pop up, finding you a good little distraction, and you think his bow is cool to watch when he uses it. you think it's just the fact that he's so good with it that makes it so interesting, and he's very supportive when you tell him all of the stuff you don't get to tell anyone. it's not that Childe is constantly waiting to feed his interest nor does he always care a lot but he certainly makes it sounds like he does and it sounds very much like he's proud of you for even your minor achievements. are you hungry? he can get you food if you need and makes sure you're shockingly well taken care of and there's not a scratch on you when you leave. he even has you calling him big bro at some point though where that came from nobody is really sure.
on a very different note, Arlecchino is at first very confused by you, then quite soft. she does not coddle you, but she is never particularly aggressive towards you, initially believing that you were looking specifically for her for some reason. after all, what else would make a small child pull at her overcoat? she does begin to wonder where you came from, and was very impressive to you, though she warns you not to grab at her clothes too much. by her own words "Something might bite you" thought that really refers to whatever weapon she keeps, referring to it in a way a child would easily understand. she lets you sit with her while you wait, but warns you once more this time not to wander, sometimes letting you take her hand and guide her to pat your head and play with your hair.
admittedly, you are not what one might call the the most popular with the banker, though he gives you little trinkets and more frequently gives you mora to look at. he gifts you loose mora so much that you run off to him when there's something you want but can't afford, and of course he notices though you think you're so slick. Pantalone starts to give you more money, as long as you keep showing up, looking and learning all the things he wants to show you. he wouldn't indulge your greed so much if it didn't give him what was an opportunity. he finds fostering your curiosity is much easier than squandering it and when you want to see the many things you simply cannot afford while living on the salary of a lowly fatuu you've picked the best option for who to go to. someday you're going to need the knowledge he happily provides, and who better to learn from than the richest man in Teyvat? wait, what do you mean you barely understood a word of it?!
above all else you think La Signora is very beautiful, and really you just want to follow the pretty lady around even if she tries to pretend she doesn't notice you at first. your persistence got so annoying she was forced to turn around and try to figure out what you want, touching your face and observing your features to see if she recognises them. of course she doesn't. she has no idea who the hell you are, or where you came from or what you want. strangely there's this endearment to you, like she can't quite bring herself to get rid of you even if she's not over the moon about you insisting on holding her hand and going wherever she goes.
easily one of the most fun to bother is Sandrone, who may have been a little on the eager side to have someone who could act as a test user for at least a few of her automatons for her. if even a child could understand the instructions, surely grown adults would have no problem right? you make a great play tester, often finding several of them piled up just for you to play with. she knows you can't stop your wandering, you'll continue to come back to see her--her inadvertent bribery that she'll have cool toys to play with ready for you to seek her out. admittedly not all of your critiques make it in, mostly the ones that don't actually apply to their purpose as she has you believing they're just harmless toys with coincidental abilities. she is generally quite benevolent towards you however, always acting as if she really will accept them in a heartbeat. she always keeps you well taken care of too.
perhaps the most shocking reaction of all is Scaramouche who isâŠunexpectedly nice to you. for someone supposed to be bold and generally disliked, he sure is nice in letting you crawl all over him and ask your thousand questions. he fusses over you in that odd caring way, though never what you'd call particularly sweet about it. he buttons your coat for you when he doesn't want you to get cold and lets you hide under his hat from the snow. Scaramouche often sits you in his lap as he finds something to talk to you about whether it be school or home, all a ploy to keep you still perhaps, but if for some reason he doesn't enjoy your conversations-- well, you certainly don't notice. he does greatly enjoy it in fact, a little more than he cares to admit even to you.
talking at all to Pulcinella is like talking to your Grandfather as he comes to recognise you well, greeting you with a ruffle of your hair as he asks if you've gotten bigger. you haven't gotten bigger, and he's really not all that good at picking you up, but he certainly tries and you try to pretend your feet are more than an inch off the ground. perhaps manhandling simply isn't his strong suit. still you enjoy all the candy he has laying around, and the little gadgets you find around his office which haven't had a use in twenty years. a bit of interest to them doesn't exactly make them useful, and the things you really like are always the ones you can't touch like the little tin of rolled up papers secured with a rubber band and some suspicious stuff you can't discern, but he has many stories to tell of these things all to keep you distracted from the fact you got your hands on a tobacco tin and specifically cannot use it.
strangely the least opposed but most confused by you being around is Capitano, who cannot seem to simply scare you off at a glance and therefore has to wonder why you're here at all, where are your parents? you definitely don't work here. you must be cold, hungry? did you drink enough water today? he finds himself starkly confused as to why you just wander around him, can't seem to find an ounce of sense in you as you don't turn tail and run, and while he lets you sit on his lap when you get too tired he does not appreciate having to pull your hands away from his helmet all the time. maybe he should let you just to deter you after you almost get your hand bitten off. something about the way you still hug him tightly before you leave, or how you'll just dangle off your arm, even the way that you will appear in the most inconvenient situations and he'll just hook you under his arm and cart you off somewhere with him he knows is safe. of course you think this is the most fun you've ever had but on the other hand he really wishes you would show up at a time when he's not occupied.
to Columbina you are just the cutest little thing, drawn to the sound of her voice, though that is only what first leads you to find her by chance. she does not specifically take care of you so much as pamper you, playing with your hair and sitting you by her side to keep you company. you like to turn her hair and the ornaments in her hair, all which make you say she's like a pretty dove. she knows someone will come to find you, but in the meantime she is focused on settling you down to stop your wandering. she lets you cuddle up to her, lulling you to sleep with a pretty song that calms you down. you're much easier to watch that way. it keeps you from wandering, something she notices you must have a habit of considering you found her in the first place. it doesn't matter how full of energy you were when you walked in, always finding yourself curled up, head resting on her shoulder as you drift off to sleep rather quickly.
you are not exactly granted the warmest welcome by the Doctor, in fact you become terrified of Dottore the second he notices you've found your way inside and accidentally mistakes you for one of his test subjects. of course that makes you turning tail and running off seem quite suspicious, though you're also not very hard to catch. all of your squirming is expected, barely even stopping him very much at all. thankfully Dottore wasn't born yesterday, and the large stuffed animal you carry around and the clothes you wear are fairly indicative of the fact that you're probably not one of his subjects after all once he gets a better look at you. though it's hard to ease your shaking and wipe your tears when you're not eager to listen. he's not exactly the best with children either, though you do eventually come around once he figures out what to do, letting you cuddle up to him while he stroke your back to soothe you just in case you happen to be well liked by anyone he's not keen to annoy--rare chance but never impossible. you're not exactly eager to spend time loitering around there once he sets you back on your feet and watches you run off, but rare is not impossible.
how you even managed to find your way to Pierro is beyond even him, as the sudden opening of his door is usually met with a glare, though the sight of an empty space where a person would usually be prompts him to look down just to be sure. suffice it to say he's not exactly happy to have some little ankle biter running around headquarters, but he doesn't really have time to drop everything and scoop you up to march you back wherever you came from. you have to sit still and wait. Pierro should've foreseen you crawling around his feet to get under his desk and treating it like a hidey hole--being there in the first place should've indicated to some degree that you're not particularly into the idea of patience. his numerous attempts to catch you by your arm and hold you still don't work either, just resulting in you giggling and running off to some other corner where you get into something you shouldn't. he knows damn well all of his attempts are only encouraging you, and he's a glad to finally watch you give up, possibly just because you got bored-- but whatever the reason, watching you crawl back under his feet to fit between the little space in between him and his desk lets him breathe a sigh of relief and go back to working for a little white longer while you wait for him to go find whoever you belong to.
suffice it to say whoever was looking for you is sufficiently horrified by the time they find you, but that doesn't seem to be too unusual to you.
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Them harbingers (yes include elf manâ I dont see much of himâ and the unplayable and playable harbingers) with a gn! Reader thats chubby, and an A B S O LU T E gremlin. But its ok to them since you're the sweetest creature in their eyes. That. Is. True.
Like one time you asked them what that smell is *ehem* blood and they were going batshit crazy at how much of an innocent little bean reader truely is. Thats totally not one of the infinite reason as too why they wanna protect reader- nope!
(Reader is like, idkâ 9-14 years oldâ)
OMG THATS SUCH A GOOD IDEA!!! I plan on writing elf man this month!
You're Request has been made (ïżŁÎ”ïżŁïŒ )
CHUBBY/GREMLIN GN! CHILD READER & PLATONIC FATUI HARBINGERS
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One day while the Fatui harbingers had a meeting the Tsaritsa came personally to tell them something
Imagine their suprise when they saw a chubby kid
"This is GN!Reader, my child, i have gathered you here to discuss something you will have to do."-Tsaritsa
"My grace, you have a... child?"-Pierro
"HELLO! IM GN!READER YOU ALL LOOK SO PRETTY(â§âœâŠ)/" -you
The first meeting was a bit chaotic?
Well... you did rip the coat from childeđŹ
..you did also kind of steal some mora from Pantalone
Lets not talk about how you broke Scaramouche's arm- (Puppet arm?)
Anyways, the meeting was about having to take care of you for some months
Imagine their own suprise when you began wormimg yourself into the hearts of them đ
The first one to fall was obviously Childe, you were just so cute! Look at those cheeks
The last one to fall was Scaramouche, he was petty because you broke of his arm, he began to like you after he realized that you were so innocent
The meetings became something all of them looked foward to because they could see you
Everyone in the Fatui knew you as a destructive kid, i mean you did kind of blow up one of the archons statues
"Mr.Pulcinella the child you've been taking care of has blown up our base where we reside."-Fatui Agent
" Aw! Gn!Reader probably thought you were gonna hurt us, such a sweet child, i have to tell the other Harbingers about how sweet you are ( âĄâżâĄ *)" -Pulcinella
When you first met them you were quite chubby
You're now chubbier because the Harbingers always give you food
You need healthy food? Pierro,Dottore and Arlecchino got you!
Oh you want something sweet? Childe, Pulcinella got you!
You want money? Pantalone will give you a castle if you just ask!
Who needs real people who serve you? You have your own roboters from Sandrone!
Capitano is your protector, why would you need to fight if he's there?
Childe would take you around the World, Liyue? Sure, lets go! He will buy you toys and make you weapons if you want any!
Columbina sings you to sleep every night, she wants you to sleep peacefully
They all think you're the most innocent bean they've ever met, that's why they will always protect you!
"Mister Childe? Why are you covered in Ketchup? Did you play with your food?(ă»ă» ) ?" -You
" *Every Harbinger stares at him* (á á)"
"UH YEA I ALWAYS PLAY WITH MY FOOD! ITS quite nice....?" -Childe
" oh! I see, but you have to wash up now!<(ïżŁïž¶ïżŁ)>" -you
Months later Tsaritsa came back to take you, they were all sad but the Tsaritsa told them that they would see you more because you now live with them in the castle!
Scaramouche has made you your own hat because you like his a lot (You still don't know it was him who gave it to you)
They all get cute agression from you so half the time they will either be hugging you or squeezing your cheeks
Signora has 100% told you about her backstory and sees you as her own child, she knows that you're the kid of Tsaritsa, but she can't help it. You're just so nice and sweet. You remind her of her Lover years ago
Summary: They all see you as a child that needs to be protected, you may already be over 8 years old but you're still so innocent. You're not corrupted from the people of this disgusting World. They all love you a lot, you can ask them anything and they shall give it to you.
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Thank you for reading, i hope you liked it! ă.:â*:'(*âââ*)))
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