Hmm,may i get pretty pls,prompt 10 with lumine ,prompt 15 with arlecchino and maybe prompt 7 with columbina?^^
If possible i would like the reader to be fem and aloof:")
💌Lumine + Prompt #10 (Talking with them for hours about anything and everything, not even feeling the time pass.) ++Female!Reader
“The rain doesn’t seem to be letting up. We will have to camp in this cave for the night,” Lumine says, wringing the fabric of her skirt.
“That’s alright with me.” Could you muster another day’s worth of payment? Your shivering doesn’t abate despite the mortified heat coursing through you.
“Hold on, I’ll get out a warming bottle.”
You sit by the fringes of its orange glow as she prepares dinner. Your adventurer’s cap and green overcoat are laid out on a nearby rock to dry, alongside her scarf and gloves. The meal is taken in silence, save for when you mutter a quiet “thanks” as you hand your bowl to her.
While she takes first watch, you try settling in your sleeping bag.
To no avail.
“Move a little closer, you’ll catch a cold.”
“I’m fine right here, thank you.”
She opens a second warming bottle, placing it closer to you. “Better?”
A bit. But the discomfort lingered—the question tumbles from you, “why did you take this commission?”
“To escort you to the outskirts of the Court of Fontaine?”
“...You could’ve done something more noble than babysitting.”
Despite her delicate features, there’s something jaded in her expression as she replies. “I’m not always looking to do something grand.”
“So you’re saying that your reputation—all of your achievements were accidents? Circumstance?”
“Maybe, maybe not. Things don’t always go according to plan, as you’ve seen.”
“...Right.”
Rain continues to fall.
“Getting you to your destination safely is enough payment,” Lumine says, as if signposting the end of that conversation.
Which, you can’t accept. That she’s seen through you like this, that you can barely get a read on her. You’ve listened to so many stories and rumors that you thought you could paint a detailed portrait of the illustrious Traveler. But here, Lumine’s only become more of an enigma.
And that innate adventurer’s curiosity tugs at you, compounds your insomnia.
“There has to be something that I—that will suffice. For your time and effort in accompanying me.” Some hidden treasure, a rare sight, something.
“Who knows what we’ll find?” Lumine appraises you with a faint smile. “I’m glad that you’re actually more talkative than you look.”
Warmth blazes through you. “I’m trying to be courteous—”
(This back and forth continues for several hours. You don’t even realize when you’ve drifted off.)
💌Arlecchino + Prompt #15 (Ranting about how insufferable they are, but your friend thinks knows otherwise. Bonus points if the subject of your conversation overhears Everything) ++Female!Reader (Reader is a Fatui Operative)
You’ve endured the bitter hoarfrost, honed yourself into a ruthlessly efficient blade for the Tsaritsa. Though, unlike some of your colleagues, you’re equally dedicated to your values of being upfront, to never rely on deceit and underhandedness.
“Diplomatic missions,” you feel you could do without.
You’d rather guard the doors to whatever meeting room Arlecchino and her colleagues occupied. Anything over standing at her side, engaging in superficial conversations that skirted around the heart of the issue.
So when she propositions you for a short duel, you should’ve realized that this was to make an example out of your brief moment of outward frustration.
She barely gives you a second to defend yourself. Her weapon is a blur of crimson, metal clanging against your sword, the sheer force of the attack making you skid backwards.
“By all means, please do not hold anything back,” she says.
You aren’t weak. You do your best to put up a good fight instead of relying on evasion.
(Though it’s obvious to any onlooker that victory was already within her grasp.)
In the end, you’re trapped in between a rock and a hard place. A web of red, wispy spider strings and the business end of her scythe. Mere millimeters away from having your head lopped off. Bruised and winded from exhaustion. Meanwhile she remains pristinely untouched, cold and dignified.
“I…give.”
Those two words seem to have caught her offguard. Arlecchino cocks her head. “Hmm. Already?”
“Yes, Lord Harbinger.” The red strings disperse, but her weapon remains still. She’s waiting for you to continue. “...I deeply apologize for my insubordination.”
In that split-second, you catch the slightest shift in her stoicism. Activating your Delusion, you manage to twist out of her attack—narrowly avoiding being cleaved into two.
“Luckily for you, I can distinguish between needing an outlet and blatant insubordination. Guard.”
You’re barely able to raise your weapon in time, getting knocked onto your back, diaphragm spasming, pain radiating through you.
Those crimson webstrings appear once more, pulling you upright, making your nerves scream from overexertion. “There is a time for civil conversation and a time when one must raise their blade. You may disagree with my methods, but do remember this simple distinction. Especially while I am willing to indulge you.”
Against yourself, your lips pull into a sneer, vigor returning to your limbs anew.
💌Columbina + Prompt #7 (Opening their arms for a hug upon seeing how exhausted you are.) ++Female!Reader (Reader is a Mirror Maiden)
Is she omniscient?
While she carries an air of innocence, Columbina holds some qualities reminiscent of the Divine, so much so that it makes you wonder otherwise.
Especially during idyllic moments in Zapolyarny Palace, the rare times the winter wind recedes, letting her soft humming echo through its halls—your mind can’t stop itself from wandering back to that thought. Is she omniscient?
Say that she might be, that acknowledging the possibility means comparing her—being open to the idea—that she is on the same level as the Tsaritsa. Possibly even cut from the same cloth.
Your gaze tears away from your water mirror, hands coming up to rub at your aching temples. These new findings from the field archaeology division of Capitano’s group have you so busy, you’re only able to manage short naps in between your research.
You’d rather be out on the field, but with the injury, you’re confined to deskwork and research, to burning the midnight oil under the unnerving gaze of the Damselette.
“My, what a set of towers you’ve constructed.” You didn’t even notice her from all the books and reports stacked around the office.
You jolt out of your seat, hastily pulling yourself into a rushed yet deep bow. “Lady Columbina!”
“You needn’t be so tense, my beloved scholar.” Her voice takes on a gentle, lilting tone. “At ease, please.”
You straighten up out of your bow, but keep your hands neatly folded in front of you. “Thank you, Lady Columbina.”
She gazes up at you, unreadable features morphing into a little frown. “Have you eaten yet?”
“Only a short meal. There is much to be done.” You can’t feel the onset of hunger when you’re so engrossed in unweaving the threads of history and mythology. But the fatigue, you wish you were impervious to it. Remaining still or moving around only seemed to leave you more vulnerable to it.
She hums to herself. The sound beckons you over.
You approach, lowering to her height and into her open arms. Your eyes flutter shut for the briefest second.
(At the very least, there’s something otherworldly about her. Heavenly, perhaps?)
When you come to, you find yourself at your desk, strangely reinvigorated. Columbina is seated on the opposite end of the room. Through the slits of her mask, her eyes are closed. But her gaze lays itself on you, soft and protective.
a/n: when i tell you i was hyped to write sapphic genshin reader inserts. i was so so SO hyped (and scared to write for characs ive never written for before). this was waaaay too overdue, im sorry for taking this long to write em out, but i promise that these prompts picked at my brain in a fun way. thank you for requesting!