A/n: this is probably ooc. Written before Pantalone & Columbina’s release. Some are shorter than others. I was gonna do Arlecchino but i started blank out 😓 Will probably do a pt2. later on!! Tw: None !! Sfw + Fluff :3
Furina 🩵 🍰
Baths with Furina are always fun! Every once in a while she accidentally puts too much soap in the bubble bath and it overflows a little. Oopsies. She’ll clean it up later dw! But when in the bath with Furina she’ll often pick up some bubbles and put it on your head. Please do it back to her!! She loves it so much (even if she won’t admit it.) Sometimes she will use her hydro abilities to make little animals and shapes in the water, just for funzzies.
Pantalone 💜🍷
You can tell this guy is the wealthiest man in Teyvat just by the sheer size of his bathtub. Bathing with this man is the definition of relaxing. He will light some candles, dim the lights, and pour you wine (or whatever else you wanna drink.) He mostly washes his own hair but when he’s really stressed he’ll ask if you can help him <3 He enjoys doing the same thing for you. He often rambles on about his grievances with work during this time.
Diluc ❤️🔥
This man knows you so well!!! He knows the exact temperature you like your water. What drink you’ll end up wanting, Even the scents of candles you like!! He’s rather quiet in the bath but it’s a peaceful quiet. He really cherishes the alone time you guys have together. This is the perfect time to talk about your day or any of your problems. Not only does he like to just hear your voice but he also believes this is a perfect time to catch up with each other. While you guys chat, he’ll make sure to massage the knots out of your neck and shoulders. When you wanna get out he’ll help you out of the tub so you don’t slip :)
Columbina 🩷🕊️
Bathing with Columbina is certainly an experience! A good one or bad one who knows?? She is very playful in and outside of the bath. You’ll have to run the bath yourself, as for some reason she always makes the water scorching hot. She is another avid fan of bubbles!! She loves to scoop bubbles off of the water and blow them in your face. She moves around a lot for some reason, which causes water to splash about. After five or ten minutes she’ll settle down and nestle herself into your neck as she sings a little tune. Her tune will eventually go down to just humming until either she falls asleep or you guys get out of the bath..
—how do they treat you with favor if you’re the tsaritsa’s heir
CHARACTERS. fatui harbingers (Tartaglia / Childe, Arlecchino, Pantalone, La Signora, Sandrone, Scaramouche, Il Dottore, Columbina, Il Capitano, Pierro); Tsaritsa’s heir! Gn! Reader
THEMES. Can be platonic/romantic, it’s on you; fluff; crack on some
WARNINGS. reader is a simp for everyone /hj; sandrone is gaslight gatekeep girlboss; obv tsaritsa is your mother here… biological or not is not really implied
NOTES. You are free to think what’s the reader’s age or appearance as i did not really specify those things here~ p.s. i tried to write for pulcinella… but i really can’t lmao
Archons, in general, do not pass down their divinity to their own blood. But for you and the Fatui, this was different. For them, the Tsaritsa was the one that built them and made them who they are now—giving them power and the ability to conquer the world of Teyvat.
…
TARTAGLIA, being the newest member of the Fatui Harbingers, is expected to do what newcomers do: be too showy with their loyalty—however, this is already quite apparent with his personality all the more, which made him stand out for you as he was twice as showy as the others than you’ve ever seen.
He was not exactly a good person, but he was the Harbinger that did not mind talking to you casually, especially after your permission. And you liked it. It was a breath of fresh air, and it gave you a sense of being one with them, not just someone who had a position just because you were their Queen’s heir.
“Are you leaving?” you question, catching him along the hallways, on th way out of your mother’s throne room.
“Hm? Why? Are you going to miss me?” he lets out a sly smirk to which you chuckled—how he can make you laugh in amusement within seconds still amazes you up to this very day.
“You’re so funny, Tartaglia.”
“So… you won’t miss me?”
You could only smile and send him look, “You’re free to guess, Eleven.”
ARLECCHINO gives you the same respect as she does with the Tsaritsa. She knows her place and her role, and she may not talk to you unless you talk to her first.
“Knave, Knave, have you heard? I heard Tartaglia went to look for Scaramouche. Would you be going as well?”
“I am not,” she answers, “not unless the heir wishes for me to go, then I shall-”
“Ah, no! Don’t!” You immediately interrupt her, “How about spending time with me instead?”
“If that is what you wish, Your Highness.”
“Knave…” you gave her a look—and for her, it was a look she often saw from the Tsaritsa, whenever she is displeased, that is—“I told you to call me by my name, did I not?”
A shiver runs down her spine, bowing her head down, “I apologize, Yo—Y/n.”
She feels a flutter in her stomach when she catches you smiling brightly—as bright as the sun that does not dare to peek in the land of Snezhnaya—what was this? Is this of worry that she had displeased the heir? Or was this because it’s you? Either way, both do not go well with her—this could jeopardize her standing as a Harbinger as well.
“Good! Now, accompany me? Knave?”
“Very well… Y/n.”
PANTALONE treats you quite handsomely (just like he is…) actually. He has a ton of gifts for you, especially when he came to realize how you liked being given one. He’d shower you with material things, and would even give them personally quite a few times—your birthdays most likely.
To be frank, he only did this at first to earn your favor, at the very least, make you have a good word to say about him to your mother just in case.
But things got out of hand.
“Ah, be careful! Lord Pantalone is fond of Your Highness’ heir. He would not tolerate it if he heard you say anything about them!”
Even the others had noticed the (not-so) subtle actions of the Harbinger, and yet it was him who thought that all this time, he was only doing this for such a simple reason.
But why does he find it infuriating just by hearing others say your name? Or whenever he sees you act more friendly to the other Harbingers.
He certainly has to find a reason why.
And the only way is to go and find you and have a nice chat.
Yes… just a chat.
LA SIGNORA is known for being one of the Tsaritsa’s closest aides, and that was how you came to know her as well.
As she is closer to your mother than the others, you’ve seen her far too many times and was able to also converse with her as well.
However… she’s quite…
“Ah, well it isn’t you, little one.”
“I… why do you always call me that?” you purse your lips, almost pouting in front of the Eighth Harbinger, to which she could only giggle.
“Why? Are you displeased with such a thing? Would you rather I call you…” she paused leaning in ever so slightly and making you lean back… but she didn't say anything else—just giving you a knowing smirk and look.
“C-call me… what?” You tried to question, entertaining her response, whatever it is.
“Hmm,” she hums yet never answers the question. She stays in that position a moment longer before she leans back and crosses her arms.
“Seeing as you couldn’t propose a new name, I’ll continue calling you the same, little one.”
SANDRONE does not really speak to you much, but people could feel that she truly favors you, probably much more than the other Harbingers and even the Tsaritsa.
Yet that favor seems to have come from somewhere else.
“I see you all are unaware, yet unawareness is not an excuse for this treachery. Your Highness, if you may allow me to punish them for their disrespect towards you,” the woman bows her head with a hand on her chest, making the Fatui members tremble at their leader’s words.
“T-the heir themselves! Please have mercy-!”
“They are my subordinates and yet they do not know who the heir of Your Majesty is. I am disgraced by such,” she raises her head and sends a look at you, eyes gleaming, “Your Highness should not let themselves be treated this way.”
Is she… urging you?
“I…”
“Have mercy, Your Highness-!”
You looked away, closing your eyes with a sigh.
“I’ll leave it to you, Sandrone.”
She smirks—which you failed to see—and replies, “As you wish, Your Highness. You truly are a great fit to the throne.”
SCARAMOUCHE is not favored by everyone, and maybe that’s why he does find satisfaction whenever you show your kindness to him.
Like a lone moon in the middle of the dark.
Not that he’d ever admit to such a thing.
“Scara!”
He grits his teeth, jaw and shoulders tensing at the way you referred to him—and at the mere sound of your voice. He bit back the words he so wanted to blurt out, aware of his surroundings—the eyes and ears that your call had caught attention of.
After all, it is not that usual for you, the heir of the Tsaritsa, to call someone—let alone a Harbinger with a nickname.
“Your Highness,” he hisses, and pauses just as soon as he had faced you, glaring at you as he mutters in a low tone, “do you love me?”
“W-what?!” You staggered and instinctively looked around. It was a good thing he had questioned you without letting others hear or else—
“I said—”
“I heard you for the first time, Sixth.” Your firm voice made him halt, as well as probably caught more attention from the people around you. It was not that usual for you to talk seriously in front of others—especially to SCARAMOUCHE.
He raised a brow at your tone, only to let out a scoff when you drop the serious look on your face and smile at him again.
“Have you lost your mind?”
“No! But you got my heart!”
He makes a disgusted look on his face, only to face away with a huff, crossing his arms. Ah, he should really make you stop… but it’s not like he could—or that he’d want to.
IL DOTTORE… Well, you probably found him scarier than Pierro honestly. At first.
As time went on and you continued to observe him, you realized that...
Just as much as someone like him craves for things that are interesting for him, he was the one who you found interesting.
“Ah… you’re here again, Your Highness! A pleasure for you to join us.”
You found yourself smiling at the grin that the Doctor gave you, standing at your usual place and placing your arms on the desk—one that is quite far from his workplace, as he’d one time told you it was “dangerous to come near”.
“What is it that you’re up to today, Dottore?”
“My, my, aren’t you a curious little cat?” He hums and turns to face you, “this time will be a secret, however. Fear not! Your expectations will be granted once I present to you what this experiment is about.”
“Oh? A surprise? I didn’t know you like surprises.”
“Oh I don’t” he smirks, “but I know you do.”
You adored COLUMBINA’s voice the moment you heard her, and it was you who gave her her name.
“Damselette, truly fitting, isn’t it?”
“I am grateful, Your Highness.”
Anyone could tell that there is something going on between the two of you—either you favor her greatly or that she follows whatever you say as if it is law.
“Isn’t she the Harbinger that the Heir is fond of?”
“I bet that she only became a Harbinger because of the Heir.”
“What are you saying?! That Harbinger is terrifying! Did you not hear what she did on her most recent missions?”
“What? What did she do?”
You were passing by with COLUMBINA when you caught the voices of the Fatuus not too far away from both of you, before they could say any more, you halted from your tracks and reached for your companion’s ears, cupping them and preventing her from hearing anything.
She perks her head but does not say anything. You could still hear the others’ voices, to which prompted you to signal from the guards that were accompanying you, and they knew full well what the look on your face tells.
Removing your hands from COLUMBINA’s ears once the guards had taken the talkative Fatuus’ away, your heart swelled on the smile that she flashed onto you, bowing her head and letting you hear her sweet voice.
“Your Highness is always there for me, and this humble servant shall always be by Your Highness’ side.”
You scoffed, smiling back.
“Good.”
IL CAPITANO… he knows his place—his title as a Fatui Harbinger, but he also would have tendencies where would show some human kindness that probably very few of his colleagues do possess… every once in a while. And honestly, that was what you liked about him. That regardless of his strength and title, you could see an ounce of humanity in him—despite there being a chance that he’s not anymore.
You’d never know.
Nonetheless, it shows whenever he was with you—or when you see him, actually. You two are not that close, it was difficult to. You are the heir of their Queen, who were you to make friends with technically her subordinates? Your mother would not permit you to, nor would she let them do the same.
One day, however, changed it all.
It was the day that you had seen IL CAPITANO training on his own. Ever since, you were mesmerized. It’s quite unknown to you whether it was because of him and his movements or was it your desire to fight.
But nonetheless, it broke all the walls down and prompted you to ask “Could you teach me?”
You caught his attention—maybe way before that day.
“I mean… could you train me? To be as strong as you. You’re strong… right? I’ve heard Eleventh ask you to spar with him before. Maybe… you can teach me that too. To spar.”
“I don’t see why I shouldn’t. '' You could hear the grin in his voice, but you can’t really see it with his mask on.
Actually, you think to yourself, you shouldn’t, you replied to him in your mind, only to merely smile.
Not that he’d ever know.
Not now, that is.
You cannot really remember when was the first time you met PIERRO, as he was already there when you were born, and he had been a constant in your life. Maybe you almost forgot a time where he wasn’t present and by your side.
Nonetheless, you’ve always seen him as quite intimidating, but also somewhat of a protector. At one point, you had heard your mother tell him to guide you on the right path. And since then, you’ve always noticed him whenever he was near.
And one time, you had the courage to walk up to him and actually talk to him.
He was… rigid, so to speak, but he entertained your talk and the conversation, so it didn’t stop you from trying to speak or have a chat with him every once in a while, sometimes even in his office where you just talk his ears off and he listens. He indulges you, you think. And honestly, you were just there because you were quite curious if he’ll ever tell you off or scold you in any way—just like your mother would whenever you try to initiate long nonsense chats with her.
But he doesn’t.
And maybe… you’re still trying up til this day, and he already knew your intentions whenever you try to talk to him.
“Your Highness… you’re here,”
“Ah, yes, I have another story to tell you!”
“I have reports to finish but,” he pauses, sending a look to you, “I shall listen to whatever you have to say.”
Summary: a tale of Teyvat's creator's adventure as she tries to retrieve what she lost and hopefully purge her world of the corruption that plagues it. a tale told by a very overworked guardian as they try to save their beloved creator from her own stupidity and flirtiness
Series Warnings: Spoilers probably, Blood, Violence (a lot less than most impostor fics but still pretty gory) Overlooked trauma, Bottled emotions. will add more as the series progress
Additional Tags: Semi-Canon compliant, Women-centric as hell, OOC characters, Self-Indulgent series, Kinda SAGAU, the more accurate tag would be semi-soft! impostor cult AU. Creator/Guardian!Reader/Genshin Women. A very flirty, stubborn, "humor is my coping mechanism" Divine God. Omnipotent Characters. (A very sleep-deprived author so if you're confused, don't worry I am too.)
Reader Pronouns: They/Them
Word Count: 3541 words
Author’s Note: I...might've been too self-indulgent in this one- constructive criticism is welcomed <3, have fun loves <3
Taglist: @chocoenvy @moorzy
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“Have you decided on a name for yourself yet?” she asked you in an affectionate tone
She’s standing right beside you as you walked together in her garden. Your sense of smell is overwhelmed by the scent of countless flowers as your hands brush their petals. You opened your legs slightly as you walked when you felt the little fox cubs with their squirrel friends running between them.
“I still don’t see why that’s necessary, Your Grace.” you replied, carefully picking a flower to place behind your creator’s ear
“Why not? Aleizal (Ah-Ley-Zuhl) already chose hers.” she chuckles, caressing the Calla Lily that you placed
“Oh please, I rather not you compare me to…whatever she is.” You scoffed
“Is this jealousy?” Your creator teased, poking your cheek while giggling like a child
“I simply prefer offering everything I have and am to my one and only creator, is that perhaps too much to ask Your Grace?” You smirked, which made her lift an eyebrow with a slight red tint adorning her flower-framed face.
“My, my, my. You’ve been spending too much time with the Kitsunes haven’t you?” She pats your cheek before walking away with you right on her tail
“Have you ever heard of the saying ‘It is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye?’ “ She speaks after a few minutes of silence
“Yes?” You ask, confused as to what exactly she’s implying
“Well, it is important for my heart that you gain a little autonomy. After all, whatever would you do when I’m gone if you’re too dependent on me?”
“My sole purpose is to be your guardian, your sword and shield. That’s all I-” your words got cut off when she unleashed a strong jet of hydro right into your mouth
“I created you as my companion. My friend if you will, perhaps even more.” She winks at you, enjoying the way ores began to appear on your face, your body’s way of expressing embarrassment
“I never wanted you to discard your own safety for my sake. But that’s exactly what you did, didn’t you? You threw yourself right in front of me when he attacked me, rendering you completely useless. Useless. You’re the reason I died in the first place.”
What? This wasn’t how it went-
“Of course, it wasn’t how it went.” Someone chuckled right on your ear as the scene in front of you faded into pitch black
“Poor little guardian~ So pathetic.” That voice reverberated around your head as you frantically searched for the source
You then felt a hand grip your jaw, forcing it to stay in place as she played the most painful memory that you keep so deeply hidden inside your brain.
The Creator’s downfall.
You are forced to watch as the same Gods that your beloved Creator made barged into her domain, an eerie-looking device in their hands and leaving no time for talking automatically activated it. Deep, evil smirks on their face as you realized that whatever it is, it posed a great threat to your Creator. You only managed to push her aside, taking the hit that was meant for her.
The last sight you saw was her. Her beautiful galaxy-embedded eyes filled with pure fear and despair. And with that, you remained unconscious and inactive. Until The Tsaritsa along with the First and Third Harbinger, Pierro and Columbina managed to set you free.
Since that night, it was all you could ever remember as you gazed up into the night sky. The moment where you failed to protect Teyvat’s true Goddess.
“Hmmm… Such a deliciously pitiful expression you have there.” She says as she finally comes into your line of sight
“Aleizal.” You growled out, attempting to summon your double-bladed polearm, your signature weapon, only for it to not heed your call
“Oh dear, have the years corroded your brain, or did you just desperately try to forget everything that is connected to me? I must say, that hurts. Whatever that is you are doing? It won’t work” She sighs in faux hurt
“Cease with the hollow and flawed speech and tell me what it is you truly want.” You stared at her annoyingly beautiful eyes.
“My, If I were truly the Creator herself, you wouldn’t even dare to speak like this. Too bad I just wear the same face.” She tilts your chin upwards with such force as she languidly runs her fingers on the seal she placed right on your throat
She hums in satisfaction before walking away, allowing you to look around. You know in yourself that you’re still somewhere in Snezhnaya since you can still feel the presence of Tsaritsa’s gnosis. However, you’re somewhere in-
“You’re in my domain. You are as powerless as when you were merely a bunch of ores and flowers when the creator made you in here so don’t even bother fighting the ropes around your wrists.” She nonchalantly says as she sits in an elevated chair. You refuse to call it a throne because she doesn’t deserve that.
“Since when did you have a domain?”
“Since I learned to be independent of course”
“You mean when you betrayed our Benevolent Goddess?” as soon as those words escaped she fixed a cold hard glare right to your eyes as an invisible force pulled you close to her,
“I never betrayed her.” She calmly stated. However, you can see the anger in her eyes, the anger that was slowly boiling over
“I simply… explored other choices. Found other methods to become much more powerful than what our Goddess would’ve allowed” You sarcastically smiled at her
“Ah yes. Did that option involve sucking his-”
“OH YOU-” She tried to grip the collar of your Fatui Uniform but it only passed through as you feel yourself fading away
“Aww, have you been growing weak lately? Not enough divine presence I presume? Can’t even keep your domain up for 15 minutes.” You teased her, knowing full well that in terms of divine presence, you have your reserves running lower than hers since she’s been hanging with false Gods.
“I suggest keeping your mouth shut. The only reason I was able to drag you here was that you were vulnerable to the sudden influx of divine presence. Get off your high horse because I will soon snuff that source out like I’ve done thousands of years ago. Mark. My. Words.”
You woke up with a sharp gasp and with a sharp jolt as you sat up quickly. Only when you felt a cold hand on your shoulder did you release yourself from your stupor, slowly calming down as you took in the familiar surroundings.
“You gave us quite the fright little one.” Tsaritsa guides you back into a laying position as she caresses your hair
“I am significantly older than you, Tsaritsa. Besides, how long was I unconscious?” You groaned, still feeling a slight headache
“3 weeks. We already possess the Geo gnosis, which in turn gives us possession of 3 gnoses. La Signora has secured that and is on her way home with Tartaglia. Lumine has also started searching for the Creator, however, she always seems to be a step too late.” The Tsaritsa recounted as she gives you a glass of water followed by a tray of mysterious medicine
“Dottore dropped these before he left with Pantalone for Liyue, Pantalone appears to have something to fix within the affairs of the Northland Bank. He says that these should help stabilize your body and reduce the headaches, however, you must seek the Creator as soon as possible. Not just for your sake but hers as well. That wretched impostor has issued another decree…” The Tsaritsa walks toward the large window you have in your chambers, it oversees the southwest part of her kingdom, admiring the way the snowflakes glow in her vicinity.
The temperature in your room gets colder, defeating your fireplace’s warmth. The Tsaritsa was never one to express emotions clearly. You must first get to know her intimately, if she lets you that is before you are able to accurately identify her tells. The temperature phenomenon only happens when she’s in a state of red hot anger.
The Tsaritsa explains that the decree was supposedly made after the countless reports of an impostor running around and actively hurting people through suspicious means such as controlling monsters to attack knights etc. Due to that, the ever-so-merciful Creator has ordered a detainment for said impostor in order for a trial to happen.
“Are you implying that everyone in Teyvat is hunting down Her Ladyship?” You stood up, your body’s regeneration skills partnered with Dottore’s medicine have worked wonders and you feel as good as new
“Yes.”
Suddenly a strong quake shook the ground as your fireplace fought to keep your fires contained, Your body shook with the earthquake and a frown adorned your face.
“I will be walking myself down into the abyss first before they try to harm a single hair on her grace’s hair.”
“Yes, yes. I would appreciate it if you do so without either burying my castle under an avalanche, crumbling it, or melting it down. Thank you very much.” She says as she plucks a flaming flower from your head, encasing it in cryo to prevent it from harming anyone
You shook yourself out of your small fit and began dressing, ready for travel as you plan on journeying to Inazuma as soon as possible.
“Well, look on the bright side of everything, Dear Guardian. One of Arlecchino’s children has intel and evidence that Her Ladyship is heading towards Inazuma. Apparently, The Abyss Princess’ twin brother has managed to smuggle her in the Crux.”
“I see. His name is Aether. if you forgot.”
“Oh, I know.”
“You just-”
It was then that you felt a very familiar disturbance in the air, it felt eerie, yet comforting. A gentle prickle on your skin.
“It seems that Lumine is coming bearing some news,” Tsaritsa says as she waits for Lumine to step through
However, Lumine didn’t, instead only her hand came through. As if sensing your direction, the hand darted towards you, grabbing you and pulling you towards the abyss portal.
“Hey! Lumi what gives…” Your voice fades as your entire being rearranges itself.
You are quite used to this since Lumine used to bring you along in her travels but the experience never ceases to be so…disorienting.
Somewhere in Inazuma…
“Oh fuck fuck fuck putangina fuck shit fuck fuck shit pussy cunt fucking goddamnit.” A certain outlander cusses out loud as she is chased by a horde of angry people, quite a lot of them are vision holders, in fact, they were the very same characters she knows and loves, even the fucking archons are chasing her
“This looks like a scene from a movie where there’s a witch hunt, but I’m not a witch. I mean, I don’t think I am, do witches even exist in Genshin? OH SHIT- Barsibatoes’ arrow nearly hit me there woohoo. I guess we leaning and rocking here.” She spoke her thoughts with a breathless huff
“What did I do to deserve this honestly! I should’ve pet more cats since obviously the cat molecules on me isn’t triggering Venti’s allergy-”
“Cease running at once and face your punishment impostor!” Her words were cut by some random shogunate soldier
“Rude! I was trying to monologue here. This reminds me of high school days honestly, only I never remember being so…athletic.” and just as she says that, she trips on a pebble and lands flat on her face
“Fuck. I have read far too many SAGAU fics to know that this happening with 3 archons right on my ass is never a good sign,” she tells herself as she scrambles to get up as she always did.
The fall scraped her skin, thus allowing an inky black substance to trickle down the wound. She knew that these people were right. If she truly fell into Teyvat, then she would be the true God had she had golden blood. But no, hers was pitch black as if the Abyss itself is in her. However what confused her the most is the fact that with every tired step she made, grass would grow so tall as if hiding her from her pursuers. And should she encounter any mob or animal on her way, they would attack those who are chasing her
It was all too confusing for her, however, she doesn’t have even a single second to think because Raiden Shogun, Zhongli, and Venti were sending attack upon attack right at her as she tries her best to avoid it all. She noticed that they had this animalistic gaze fixed on her, their eyes have this flickering reddish-purple tint. Which would’ve been normal on Ei or rather, The Shogun since she is the Electro Archon, however for Zhongli and Venti to have the same? It was suspicious, but she can’t afford to worry about that on top of her own safety.
And then her luck runs out.
She skidded to a stop as she realized that she was chased to the edge of a cliff. Which mountain cliff is she in? She doesn’t know and she doesn’t care to find out. With her heart pounding with adrenaline and fear, her breathing faster than Lightning McQueen, she turned to face her assailants.
“I know I said that I would’ve loved to be stuck down by your booba sword but I meant it in a sexy way, not in a murderous way.” She nervously chuckled at the Shogun who was slowly advancing towards her, with Zhongli and Venti shadowing her.
“I will pay no mind to your distasteful nonsense impostor, so long as you let yourself be tied, arrested, and punished for your crimes!” The Shogun declares as she points her polearm at her
“What crimes?! I simply just woke up in this world with an arrow pointed to my face by that tone-deaf bard over there?! What? Is being this attractive a crime now?! I haven’t done a single thing that would be considered “evil” when compared to the deeds you all have done in your past. Makoto, Guizhong, and whoever the fuck’s body that is you’re wearing would all be so disappointed-” Her words were yet again interrupted as The Shogun slashed her throat with such rage in her animalistic eyes
Her hands quickly went up her throat in an effort to stop the disgusting black blood she now possesses. It overflowed so ominously, threatening. She felt lightheaded as she staggers back. She then gazes up at the people in front of her as if to mock them. She felt how the air crackled with electricity, how the wind picked up speed as the ground shook.
She failed to notice how the non-vision wielders have now fainted.
She failed to notice the pain and confusion in the archon’s eyes
She did notice the very fact that as she struggles to breathe, the skies opened up, a figure gliding down with grace as the crowd parted. They radiate power, elegance, and knowledge.
It was then she realized, that this was Teyvat’s Goddess… and that it is really weird seeing your face on another body. This must be how Venti’s friend felt.
In her brain’s last-ditch effort for safety, she figured that death by heights is a much better way to die rather than be a spectacle and die while being gawked at like some animal at a zoo.
And so she allowed herself to fall backward, feeling that familiar tug in your stomach, similar to the feeling you feel when you ride a rollercoaster.
She enjoyed the last bits of life, she always enjoyed the wind rushing through her body, the thrill of it made her laugh bitterly
“I hope this is all just a fucking dream.” As soon as she uttered those words, she felt herself slam into something hard.
It was hard, yes. But it was…softer than what she thought it would be.
“Your Eminence!” she heard someone exclaim, it was then followed by frantic shouts as she felt wave after wave of relief pass through her
Soon enough, she felt good enough that she managed to open her eyes and what greeted her were warm pairs of eyes, so vibrant and comforting that in a haze she clung unto whoever this was.
“Pretty eyes and warm…” and with that, she succumbed to the darkness that was tempting her since ages ago
You, on the other hand, couldn’t stop the rage that was now boiling over.
“Herald.”
“Yes, my liege?” Answered the Abyss Herald that Lumine has by her side
“Stay here and guard our Creator. If even the smallest scratch adorns her body while I go and deal with some pest, your head will be on a stick. Is that clear?” You threatened in an eerily calm tone as you carefully set your beloved creator down on the huge comfy leaf that you have conjured up
“Yes, my liege.” He replies with a slight quiver
Take a deep breath in and close your eyes in order to remind yourself that the creator would definitely punish you for killing off every single being in this world.
Take a deep breath in and close your eyes in order to remind yourself that the creator would definitely punish you for killing off every single being in this world.
Take a deep breath in and close your eyes in order to remind yourself that the creator would definitely punish you for killing off every single being in this world.
Take a deep breath in and close your eyes in order to remind yourself that the creator would definitely punish you for killing off every single being in this world.
Take a deep breath in and close your eyes in order to remind yourself that the creator would definitely punish you for killing off every single being in this world.
Well, what the creator doesn’t know won’t hurt her.
And with that, you manipulated the strings of fate, tying each and everyone present as of this moment in an intricately designed web of despair. Their screams echoed into the night, the trees shook as if laughing and the animals watched in morbid curiosity.
“[NAME!]” She angrily shouted, desperately struggling to get out of the chains binding her, cutting her as golden droplets escape her flesh bag.
“I have warned you countless times Aleizal. Harm me all you want for your sadistic pleasure, but never harm Her Grace. It was quite simple, isn’t it? I let you play around, parading as Her Grace for your entertainment while I focused on looking for ways to revive Her Grace. This is the last bit of my patience Alei. Do. Not. Make. Me. Your. Enemy.“ You gripped her jar the same way she did yours, frowning deeply as you resent the malicious and brutish expression on her face.
You resent the fact that she dares taint her eminence’s face and honor with her repulsive personality, expression, and actions.
You suddenly let her go as you stumbled back away from her, scratching your throat with your claws as the sigil embedded there lit up
You’re running out of time.
As much as you’re enjoying this scenery in front of you right now, there are much more pressing matters to attend to. So without a word, you jumped from the cliff and landed right in front of Lumine and Her Grace as you quickly picked up while the Herald conjured up a portal.
“Lumine!” a masculine voice shouts, his head peeking down into the cliff
“Aether…” Lumine whispered, looking over her shoulder
“You can stay, however, I have no guarantee as to how long that rope will last so you have to make your decision… leave him once again, or drag him to Snezhnaya.” You state
Leaving Lumine alone to make her decision you hurriedly step into the portal. While you may have healed Her Grace from her superficial wounds, you sense that her soul has yet to completely pierce herself together, thus letting such uncontrollable streams of divine power and presence escape. She must’ve been so tired.
You heaved a sigh as you realized that not everything is as it seems. The world created by the woman in your arms still has so many secrets that you have yet to discover.
Your eyes then widened as the events that happened today due to your impulses crashed down on you. Walking forward as soon as you felt the cold and the crystal floors at your feet, droplets of red, gold, and black blood drip down from you, a sour look on your face as fatui agents look at you in shock while they fall down to their knees
It was either because of the feeling of awe they felt upon seeing their Goddess…or the despair upon seeing you dirty the floors, either way, all the ruckus has managed to drag all the harbingers and the Tsaritsa out of their chambers.
this is just fluffy hc of how i believe columbina would act with an s/o bc I love her sm <3
warning ; sort of ooc? mentions of scaramouche/wanderer
ー columbina seems like the one who would be slightly teasing in a relationship, though she'd be extremely nice almost all the time 👍
ー we know she can sing? we heard her singing the lullaby during winter nights lazzo(?) so.. i imagine if you asked really really nicely she'd definitely sing for you <3
ー her voice is so soothing that once when she was singing you fell asleep on her lap. even though she had to work, she didn't get up and just allowed you to stay there until you woke up. (she's so sweet)
ー when she gets home from a long day at the fatui, she'll just find you and give you a hug, whether she's cold or really warm; it doesn't matter.
ー complains to you about lots of stuff. (i imagine similar to scaramouche.)
ー im not sure if she can cook.
ー she can probably make simple meals like instant noodles, rice or some mugcakes (mini cakes made in a mug), but other than that she shouldn't really cook anything else without help or she may burn the kitchen down.
ー i don't think she really has to eat or sleep much, considering shes likely an angel (literally.)
ー has a very energetic and carefree personality, as her fellow ex-harbinger does describe her, she seems very innocent (and she mostly is).
Summary: a tale of teyvat's creator's adventure as she tries to retrieve what she lost and hopefully purge her world of the corruption that plagues it. a tale told by a very overworked guardian as they try to save their beloved creator from her own stupidity and flirtiness
Series Warnings: Spoilers probably, Blood, Violence (a lot less than most impostor fics) Overlooked trauma, Bottled up emotions. will add more as the series progress
Additional Tags: Semi-Canon compliant, Women-centric as hell, OOC characters, Self-Indulgent series, Kinda SAGAU, the more accurate tag would be semi-soft! impostor cult AU. Creator/Guardian!Reader/Genshin Women. A very flirty, stubborn, "humor is my coping mechanism" Divine God.
Reader Pronouns: They/Them
Word Count: 1171 words
Author’s Note: ah yes, here we are. this started as "why aren't there more women-centric sagau fics" and I realized I might be looking in the wrong places but fuck it I'll write one myself. There will be male characters in this fic however, they will serve as side characters. I also feel the need to disclose the fact that I'm still doing research on the whole Genshin lore which is why some parts of this might be inaccurate. La Signora is alive because it's a self-indulgent fic I do what I want. So if you dislike everything I've said in this note then I believe this fic isn't for you. But if you do like whatever I've said in this note, then I hope you enjoy reading beloved readers <3
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The Twelveth Harbinger. The Guardian. Also known as the hidden Harbinger, for the people of Snezhnaya at least. For the rest of Teyvat? As far as they know, there are only eleven Harbingers under the Tsaritsa’s thumb.
Why is that? You may ask. Simply because… The Twelveth Harbinger never worked for the Empress of Ice, rather they worked with her.
Hushed whispers echoed throughout the pristine crystalized hallway as you walked alongside Damselette and The Knave, both engrossed in their own world while you simply walked beside them, quietly listening to Columbina’s hums and Arlecchino’s occasional murmurs of displeasure as she carries a stack of neatly piled paper. Suddenly as you turn the corner, you manage to bump into the marionette’s giant puppet that’s always carrying her.
“Oh, dear.” Columbina exclaims as the puppet’s hand holds you up.
“Are you alright?” Arlecchino questioned, the stack of papers she was previously holding pinned underneath her armpits as she assesses the damage done to you
The Marionette although quiet seems to fuss over the slowly forming bump on your head as she fixes your slightly messy hair.
“I’m feeling quite well, a little shook up but I am rather fine.” You reassured them with a smile
“What is with all this fuss so late into the night?” A sharp voice cut through the cheery atmosphere you’ve managed to create
“Rosalyne.” Arlecchino greets her with a cordial yet happy tone.
“You’re back!” You exclaimed walking over to the woman who’s obviously still tired, clad in thick coats and her Fatui uniform
“Yes. It was quite a dreadful journey. The City of Bards was as suffocating as it was before.” She sneers as she fluffs up your newly fixed hair, much to Sandrone’s pouts
“Well, you can blame that on the Anemo Archon who seemed to have given his nation far too much freedom.” You huffed
“That rat could never pass off as an archon. The only true archon worthy of such praise is Her Majesty, The Tsaritsa.” She scoffs
“Ah! That reminds me, Rosalyne, I sincerely apologize, however…” Arlecchino hands Rosalyne a hefty stack of paper
“Verdammt.” She cusses as she sighs
Your eyes grow dark as you remember the memories that invaded your brain last night, of Rosalyne’s death and the funeral held at Zapolyarny Palace. If you remember correctly, the papers that Rosalyne is holding right now would be the details for Tartaglia’s assignment on Liyue. You were then thinking of taking the Inazuma assignment rather than Rosalyne under the guise of rest and letting The Balladeer square it off with his mother.
Truthfully, at first, you couldn’t care less about the Tsaritsa and her little minions. You didn’t even know them, not until they freed you from your cage, and even then you treated them as mere pawns to your ultimate goal.
You see, you were never born. No. You were created. By the one and only Divine Creator. Created from her own blood and various items she herself created, just for you. You were the first sentient creature she created once she had been satisfied with the world she has conjured up. “Teyvat” she called it. She soon created being similar to you, yet they don’t hold the same abilities and divine presence as you. She explained that these are called humans, mortals, beings who are extremely fragile and can easily die when the years pass by. You saw no use for them but they made the creator happy so you couldn’t care less.
You walked alongside her as she traveled through Teyvat, helping her creation flourish until she realized she could not keep up with all of her creation’s demands anymore, even with you acting as her “secretary” as she called you. So as much as you tried to stop her, she created the Gods, beings with a little less divinity than you but still much more powerful than humans. They are tasked with guiding humans in their everyday life with things that are inside their domain. She even created a floating nation just for them, Celestia as it is known now.
They were supposed to be loyal to our great Creator. They were supposed to protect her and her creations. You could feel your hand shake in anger yet again as you reminisce the past. You forced yourself to calm down, you are still in between 4 of your beloved friends after all. Besides, The Tsaritsa definitely wouldn’t appreciate you destroying the palace in which she resides.
And so with Columbina’s gentle humming, the gentle heavy thumps of Sandrone’s moving chair, and Arlecchino’s discussion with Rosalyne, you’ve arrived in front of Tsaritsa’s throne room. Moving aside so that Sandrone’s puppet could push open the extremely tall double door of the said throne room.
And inside sat Her Majesty, The Tsaritsa in all her icy glory. Her eyes opened up with a sharp glare as if threatening to smite those who dare disturb her peace, only for it to soften just a tad bit upon seeing the 5 of you. She motions you to stand beside her and so you did, quietly listening in to their reports as to what happened this week. In contrast to what a specific person would say, Tsaritsa, cares deeply about her subjects, enough that she would listen to reports from her Harbingers every week without fail.
As Columbina opened her mouth to deliver her news, a sudden ache pulsated throughout you, you winced slightly and clutched your chest right above where your heart is. A few seconds later, you feel a snap as if a rope was forcibly cut into two, snapping it in half with its threads desperately longing to be reunited once again, which is then followed by an excruciating pain spreading throughout your body starting from your head.
You couldn’t stop yourself from screaming in pain as you fell to your knees, squeezing your eyes shut, your face contorted in pain. The next time you managed to open your eyes, you were still in the throne room with The Tsaritsa kneeling beside you, worry etched deeply into her face as her hands gather elemental energy in hopes to cool down your burning temperature, Rosalyne was holding a tall glass of water with the same worried look on her face which can be seen in Sandrone, Columbina and Arlecchino’s faces as well. You thought that it felt odd and out of place considering that they always looked so cold and intimidating but you couldn’t care less about that right now as the pain intensified tenfold.
You could feel yourself losing your own consciousness as the dreadfully familiar feeling of helplessness wash over you. Right before you closed your eyes, however, you could see something rip through the room’s space as a disheveled Lumine rush through it.
There would be only one reason for this feeling. Only one reason that the Abyss Princess herself would seek you out like this.
HI can i req a drabble of Arlecchino and Damslette (Columbina) meeting reader for the first time? Honestly excited to see them in game. Thanks~~
ty for this nonnie
—first time meetings, fluff??? mentions of almost freezing from the cold
ARLECCHINO
You were close to heaving out a huge sigh and plopping over an empty seat when you heard the bell ring, signalling that there is a customer that entered the bar.
“Yes! Welcome to-” you choked even without drinking or eating anything—well how could you not when a tall lady entered the premises, her presence as strong as the strongest drink in the house and her eyes as piercing as one of a crow’s. She was striking, far too striking that you barely caught yourself from gawking over her.
Even when she looked rather pissed off.
Maybe something happened over her day?
“U-Uhm, welcome… w-what drink would you like?” You stuttered, scolding yourself on the inside as you chewed on your lower lip.
She opened her lips only to close them, gaze observing you ever so carefully. Your voice and breath were caught in your throat, silence so loud that you try your hardest not to squirm under her dark eyes.
All of a sudden, a sweet smile was on her lips.
For a moment, you were enchanted, but only for a moment.
“Do you have any suggestions, perhaps?”
You realized: it didn’t fit her at all.
Not as much as the scowl earlier did.
COLUMBINA
Your breathing shallowed as you barely felt anything from your skin, muscles stiff and nose prickling in bolts. Cold. When people warned you about the weather in Snezhnaya, you could never have guessed you’d feel even worse than you already expected. You could barely even utter a complain or even a grunt. Your head spins and you could barely find yourself thinking any coherent thought in mind except for one thing. Warmth.
You did not feel it, but your lips quivered as it slightly parted to sigh a breath out, you only realized you were breathing when you saw the air come out of your mouth.
Then it came.
A voice ever so sweet, like a damsel waiting for the distressed traveler over the land full of pure white snow.
You followed the singing voice without any other thought, body blindly exhilarated and brain enraptured over its beauty and presence.
Like an angel.
You staggered as soon as you reached partly dry land, legs numb and knees buckling over that you failed to catch yourself until your gloved hands fell on the surface, steadying yourself despite your uncooperative muscles.
“You passed the test.”
Your head shot up immediately as soon as you heard the voice–the same voice that you heard not and followed, all belonging to a girl with long dark hair perched over a tree, watching you like a hawk draped on a dove’s clothing.
She smiled, but you could barely see it until you heard her giggle sweetly, hopping and landing ever so gracefully over the ground, a few steps away from you.
You could not find yourself backing away, especially not when she stepped forward and extended her small hand. By now, you could see the smile on her face, and only then did your body finally reacted, a shiver running its way to your spine without any warning.
