#fatui signora

[leeh-arts]

❄️🔥

Anyway, RIP queen🧎🏽‍♀️

(Kinda crooked but whatever)

[mysterychinaman]

BULLIED CHUBBY GN!CHILD READER & PLATONIC FATUI HARBINGERS

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Childe was known as the friendly Harbinger with the extroverted personality , he was immediatly drawn to gn!reader and as he saw you getting bullied because of being chubby, he started hanging out with you

Soon he came to love you like a big brother, i mean you were quite cute and innocent

Every day he would meet you at the playground and he will give you snacks

You asked him if he has friends

"Childe.... do you have any friends other than me?" -You

"HUH OFC i have more friends! DID YOU THINK I DIDN'T HAVE ANY!?" -Childe

"..... (⇀_⇀)" -You

You really did think he didn't have friends💀🙏

So he took you to meet the other Harbingers

First meeting went great!

They all loved you because you were so nice and innocent to them!

Pulcinella took one look at you and decided he's your grandpa now💀

Scaramouche makes you Apple bunnies if you cry because of your bullies ( He's grumpy the whole time he makes them but secretly he's happy you like his food )

You came to them with lots of bruises one time

Dottore patched you up and you got lots of hugs from Signora

Pulcinella made you cookies with Capitano

Sandrone and Scaramouche both worked on a Mini robot you could shove into your pocket ( they may or may not put an Instant kill Mode on it😭 )

Columbina sang you to sleep while you hiccuped from crying so much

As you slept Arlecchino and Pierro planned on visiting your school and teaching them a lesson

The Bullies learned not to mess with you

Yes, they threatend the Parents of the Bullies and yes Pantalone threatend to take their house and money away 💀🙏

When you went to school the next day the bullies didn't even look at you-

But they did leave notes that said that they won't be in your way anymore

They all are quite overprotective of you, i mean look at you! Chubby and cute💕😭

"Guyss! I think someone has a Crush on me!!!ヽ(o^ ^o)ﾉ" -You

"..WHAT?ლ(ಠ_ಠ ლ)" -Everyone

The guy that had a Crush on you went missing

.. He's now being experimented on by Dottore

They all don't want you to date because what if that person isn't good enough for you? What if they make you insecure of your body again?

They did their best to make you love your body and you do now!

You love your New family a lot, they let you do everything you want

Eating more than you should? Thats normal! Eat more if you want

Playing longer on the playground? Ofc! Want to stay 4 hours more?

90% you're cuddling with one of the Harbingers, they love to hug you because you're so chubby

They will do anything for you and your affection, just be yourself and they will love you.

Summary: The Harbingers think you're an adorable chipmunk! They all will protect you from bad people and bullies. Please reward them with hugs and cuddles, they love yohr affection

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Thank you for reading!! I got this idea from a follower so Credits to them!(^人^)

[yatskari]

ah, this old couple again

[ever-4sunlight]

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 (𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏)

𝑰𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒔- scaramouche, capitano, sandrone, signora and columbina

here's part 1- https:part 1

Pronouns: none

Warnings: none

2/2

𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆

Scaramouche treats most people especially normal people with contempt what makes him a goddamn asshole because he thinks highly of him

Hes not a really loving person and would probably be some kind of abusive to keep you for him? Hes just not trusting you enough

He isn't sure about his own feelings... Is it really love or just his mind telling him to keep you away from him

He not really into hugging or kisses but i think words make his cold heart melt:) he just needs a few compliments and maybe... Just maybe he's gonna be more kind and open

Hes very possessive and will make sure that your by his side all the time! And if hes working somewhere you can't be he will male sure you keep yourself away from any other man

He totally not into kids he would hate to have screaming little bags of shit running around asking for attention and love

If you're sad he will maybe allow you to lean against him for comfort but its a one time chance! So take it!

His sexuallity is probably: i would actually say hes an aroace but its a relationship headcannon so i would say bi and asexual

His llove language is probably: acts of service

𝑪𝒂𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒐

I wasn't able to find many things about him but the otehr harbingers talking about him

Hes obviously a very strong and fearless person as scaramouche said but is barely noticing the weak

To have him be in a relationship with you you should probably be strong enough to be noticed by him but still weak enough for him to protect you i dont think he wants someone who isn't able to protect themselves he needs someone who can protect themselve while hes gone

Im not sure but i think he can be actually very sweet maybe he lost someone by not keeping them safe and now he wants to make sure it doesn't happen again

Having kids is something he never really thought about (many probably know the theory of him being kaeyas dad) but with you? Sure why not just make sure they dont cry so loud he has to work

He llooks like someone cold but he just has be intimidating for others so they respect him

He will definitely compliment you sometimes when he walks past you he just cant help himself by the way you look so pretty

His sexuallity is probably: im not very sure have your own thoughts on that

His love language is probably: words of affirmation

𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒆

She looks sweet and kind but totally isn't shes unfriendly and annoyed of the presence of her fellow harbingers but not yours! Your her lover and she loves you but please understand that her researches are important too and will take most of her time

She hates having someone looking at you and will make sure the person regrets even going near you

(edit) she literally cut someones tongue out and delivered it in a letter:D so yeah shes insane

She's not really into giving you attention because she has research to do but maybe a little pat on the head will make you happy whenever your having your head on her lap when she's working

As already said shes very possessive and if you even dare to go to someone else she will be mad at you for a while and keeo herself in her room working on her research while mumbling about how you shouldn't dare to go somewhere else

Kids? Never! She has research to do and cant have crying kids to ruin everything!

Her sexuallity is probably: straight to bi

Her love language is probably: quality time

𝑺𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒂

She's a mysterious woman not much is known about her before the disaster but before she had you there was someone else...

She hates to be reminded of her old love because know she has you and tries to forget what happened

She thinks of her highly because of her rank as a fatui harbinger and loves to command you around do this and do that!

When you've done everything she wants she will allow you to lay against her so she can stroke your hair while talking about how a few of her fellow harbingers doesn't deserve there rank

Shes possessive! But only to make sure your 'safe' will lock you into your room whenever you threaten her with leaving

Kids? No! Shes thinks the same of kids like sandrone but maybe just maybe she will change her mind but one! One kid is enough!

Her sexuallity is probably: straight to bi

Her love language is probably: acts of service

𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒂

She doesn't really care whats going on around her she's carefree and will do what ever she wants

I would guess her to be a dreamy person but dont let the But don't let it fool you shes acting all sweet and innocent knowing exactly! How strong she is

She looks like a sweet innocent woman but shes no definitely not!

Whenever your sad she will be humming tunes for you so you relax

She's gonna sing you to sleep whenever you cant sleep sounds corny and it is but its sweet and lovely at the same time

I would say she's someone whos okay with the touch of her lover shes dreaming the whole day and probably wont even notice what your doing

Talking about kids she actually wouldn't mind to have mini version of you and her running and laughing she will be hapoy to teach them singing

Shes not really possessive bur wants you to stay safe and not get into any conflicts

Her sexuallity is probably: bi to lesbian

Her love language is probably: physical touch and words of affirmation (even though she wont hear you compliment her)

[reaper2187]

La Signora x Female reader

It had been a long day.

The Fatui headquarters in Snezhnaya was always cold, but tonight, the frigid winds had seeped through every layer of your clothing, nipping at your skin like shards of ice. The day had been a whirlwind of espionage and strategy meetings, leaving you exhausted yet focused. Your role in the organization was one of importance, but it also came with heavy burdens—burdens you had to carry while hiding an even heavier secret.

La Signora. She was everything you could ever dream of and more—dangerous, captivating, elusive. She was the embodiment of icy grace, with a beauty that could freeze you in place and a temper that could set the whole world aflame. You were her subordinate, and the fact that you were hers in more ways than one was something you had learned to live with.

It was impossible not to be drawn to her. The first time you had caught her eye, you were terrified. It was rare for anyone to gain her favor, but she seemed to have taken an immediate interest in you. At first, it was small, passing glances, curt nods, and cryptic comments that sent shivers down your spine. But gradually, the relationship had deepened.

And now… now you were hers in secret, bound to her in ways no one else could ever know.

Your footsteps echoed as you made your way to her chambers in the secluded part of the headquarters. It was late, almost everyone had retired for the night, and the corridors were empty except for the occasional patrolling guard. You had learned to be discreet, to move silently through the halls, because what you had with her could never be exposed.

It was dangerous. It was thrilling. And you couldn’t stay away.

Reaching her door, you knocked softly, the sound barely audible against the gusts of wind outside. For a moment, there was only silence, and your heart skipped a beat, wondering if she might have forgotten your rendezvous. But then the door opened, revealing her figure standing in the dim candlelight of the room.

"La Signora," you whispered, dipping your head in respect.

Her lips curled into a smirk, her eyes gleaming like polished ice. "You're late," she purred, her voice smooth and chilling, yet tinged with a heat that made your breath catch.

"Forgive me. I was—"

"Come in before someone sees you," she interrupted, stepping aside to let you in.

You entered quickly, feeling the warmth of the room wash over you as she closed the door behind you. Despite the bitter cold outside, the fireplace in her chamber was always burning, casting long shadows over the rich, elegant decor. You couldn’t help but feel small in her presence, overwhelmed by the intensity of her gaze and the knowledge that you were walking a dangerous line.

"Take off your cloak," she ordered, her tone commanding but soft.

You complied without hesitation, shedding the heavy fabric and hanging it near the door. Your uniform, tailored to the Fatui’s standard, still clung to you tightly, but the warmth of the fire was a welcome relief.

La Signora approached you, her movements graceful and slow, like a predator circling its prey. She stood before you, towering over you as her eyes raked over your form. You could feel the weight of her presence pressing down on you, making your pulse quicken. She reached out, her gloved hand brushing against your cheek, cold and smooth as she tilted your chin up to meet her gaze.

"Do you know how hard it is to keep this secret?" she murmured, her voice low. "To maintain this façade while my eyes are always on you, even when others are watching?"

You swallowed hard, unable to find words. The truth was, you knew the danger just as well as she did. The Fatui were ruthless, and relationships like this were forbidden—especially for someone of her rank. Yet, the tension, the secrecy, only made it more intoxicating.

"I can’t resist you," she continued, her thumb brushing over your lower lip. "No matter how hard I try."

Her confession sent a rush of warmth through you, a stark contrast to the frost that always clung to her. Before you could respond, she leaned in, her lips capturing yours in a kiss that was as possessive as it was tender. Her gloved hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as her cold lips melted against yours. You returned the kiss eagerly, your hands finding purchase on her waist, feeling the soft material of her luxurious dress under your fingers.

She tasted of winter and danger, a combination that left you breathless and aching for more. When she finally pulled back, her eyes were darker, filled with something you recognized well—desire, but also the need for control.

"La Signora…" you breathed her name, unsure whether it was a plea or a prayer.

"You belong to me," she said simply, as if it were the most obvious fact in the world. "And you will never forget that."

You nodded, your voice failing you, and that seemed to satisfy her. She stepped back, her hand slipping away from your face, leaving a lingering cold where her touch had been. The loss of contact made you feel strangely empty, but you knew better than to move without her permission.

"Sit," she commanded, motioning toward a chair near the fireplace.

You obeyed, sitting down carefully, watching her as she moved to the table where a bottle of wine and two glasses sat. She poured a deep red liquid into the glasses and brought one to you, holding it out with a teasing smile.

"Drink," she said softly, her voice a tantalizing mix of command and invitation.

You took the glass from her, your fingers brushing hers for a brief moment. Her presence was so overwhelming, it was hard to think of anything else. You took a sip of the wine, the rich, velvety taste warming your throat, but even that couldn’t distract you from the heat in her gaze as she sat across from you.

The room was silent except for the crackling of the fire and the distant howl of the wind. The intimacy of the moment, the knowledge that you were alone with her, hidden away from the world, made your pulse race.

She watched you over the rim of her glass, her eyes heavy-lidded and intent. There was always an air of danger around her, a sense that she could snap her fingers and have you destroyed if she so chose. And yet, there was something deeper—something softer in the way she looked at you, as if you were the one thing in the world she couldn’t control, and that thrilled her.

"I can see your mind is racing," she said after a long pause, setting her glass down. "What are you thinking?"

You hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. She was always testing you, always pushing to see how far she could go before you broke. But you had learned to play her game, to give her just enough without losing yourself entirely.

"I’m thinking how dangerous this is," you admitted, watching her reaction carefully. "How easily this could all fall apart."

Her lips curled into a smirk, clearly amused by your honesty. "Danger excites you, doesn’t it?" she mused, leaning forward slightly, her elbows resting on her knees. "That’s why you’re still here."

You couldn’t deny it. The thrill of being with her, of knowing that at any moment, someone could discover your secret, only made your connection all the more intense. But it wasn’t just the danger. It was her—the way she made you feel, the way she claimed you without question, as if you had always been hers, even before you knew it.

"I don’t want this to fall apart," you said quietly, surprising yourself with your own vulnerability.

Her expression softened slightly, just for a moment, before the mask of icy control slipped back into place. She rose from her chair, walking over to you with slow, deliberate steps. Standing before you, she reached out and placed a hand on your shoulder, her touch firm but not unkind.

"It won’t," she said, her voice low and certain. "As long as you stay by my side, no one will ever know. And no one will ever take you from me."

Her words were both a promise and a warning, and you understood them well. She had power—immense, terrifying power—and as long as you were hers, you were under her protection. But there was always the unspoken truth that if you ever tried to leave, if you ever betrayed her, you wouldn’t survive.

And yet, in this moment, all you felt was the warmth of her hand on your shoulder, the intensity of her gaze, and the unbreakable bond that had formed between you.

Without another word, she pulled you to your feet, her arms wrapping around you as she kissed you again, this time slower, more deliberate. You melted into her embrace, your body pressing against hers as her hands slid down your back, claiming you with every touch.

For tonight, you were hers completely—no titles, no ranks, no dangers lurking in the shadows. Just the two of you, lost in the heat of the moment, hidden away from the world.

Tomorrow, the cold reality of the Fatui would return, and you would go back to being her subordinate, maintaining the careful façade that kept you both safe. But for now, in the privacy of her chambers, you allowed yourself to forget everything except the feel of her lips, the warmth of her body, and the intoxicating thrill of being loved by someone

[amphibiahawks321]

Request by : Boltermasterbon 2/2

Signora : You must be the new recruit correct?

M!Reader : Y-yes ma'am...

Signora : I see... I hope you won't disappoint us with your service..........

M!Reader : Y/N ma'am...

Signora : Y/N? What a lovely name...

M!Reader : Thank you ma'am

Signora : No need to be so formal call me la Signora...

M!Reader : Thank you miss signora

Signora : But I must say there's something different between you and other agents....

M!Reader : and what is that exactly?

Signora : More..... Alluring

M!Reader : .......[Blushes a little]

M!Reader : T-thank you for the compliment

Signora : Hm? Chuckles Blushing now are we~?

M!Reader : S-sorry Miss signora!

Signora : No no...

[Lift his chin up to make eye contact with her]

Signora : I don't mind~

[Blushes even harder]

Signora : Such a soft face you got here~

[M!Reader thought 💭]

What is happening?! 0///////0‼️

Signora : And I must say your eyes are absolutely beautiful~

[Arlecchino suddenly from behind pulls Y/N into her arms locking him and starts staring at signora with a cold stare]

Arlecchino : Am I interrupting something....

Signora : Aah knave....

Arlecchino : May I ask what you two were doing....

Signora : Well we were just trying to get along that's all but..... Now you're locking his entire body like a possessive cat....

[M!Reader thought 💭]

Arlecchino your gripping me too tight!

M!Reader : Arlecchino I haven't seen you around today where were you?

Arlecchino : Sorry Y/N I had to do some talking with dottore today....

M!Reader : that's okay!

M!Reader : .....Also by the way did you like the food I made? 'v'

Arlecchino : Chuckles always~

Signora : I see that you two are close...

Arlecchino : Very...

Signora : Is he perhaps your boyfriend knave?

Arlecchino : His mine....

[M!Reader thought 💭]

........Excuse me WHAT?!

Signora : Yours? Chuckles my, if you keep this possessive side of yours Y/N could lose interest~

Arlecchino : .......

[Holds Y/N tighter]

Signora : but I didn't think that Y/N would be into you....

Arlecchino : .....

Arlecchino : What's that supposed to mean...

[M!Reader thought 💭]

Oh boy....

[The argument went out for almost 10 minutes while Y/N body is still locked on by arlecchino]

Signora : You know Knave we could just share him y'know~

Arlecchino : like hell....

Signora : Come on no need to be feisty now.... We both know that Y/N over here will be more protected....

Arlecchino : .....Groans fine... But one wrong move from you-

Signora : don't be so overprotective now I wouldn't dare to hurt this what was it the nickname you called him? Oh right... pretty boy~

[Bends down and kisses Y/N's cheek]

[Arlecchino groans]

Signora : you can kiss him too y'know?

[Arlecchino grabs Y/N chin from behind and moves his head to the side and give Y/N a full kiss on the lips]

M!Reader : MMM?!

[Both of them stop kissing and leave a trail of saliva between their lips]

Signora : chuckles I'm gonna make sure to do that later to you too~

[M!Reader starts blushing even redder]

[sodalitealchemist]

The Moth and the Flame (La Signora Genshin Impact Fanart)

Today I finally finished my first 100% digitally made artwork that I can be proud of. I had enough time to do something detailed. I'm very happy with the final result. Rumors say that Signora may return in Natlan... Even if not, drawing her was both challenging and frutiful experience. Most of all I wanted to capture some sort of duality here. This is also why there are two versions of her!

You can purchase prints of both versions in my INPRNT shop. Here's fiery and rainy version.

Don't repost my artworks, please! I'll appreciate likes, comments and reblogs. ♡

[knavesflames]

I am stressed and not doing super well so I wanted angst, and for some reason I’m on a signora pipeline.. (resurrection when) have this. I haven’t proofread it, so who knows if it’s good or not. Enjoy anyway:]

Word count: 2k

Content: arlenora relationship, inazuma archon quest, angst

When Peruere was pardoned for her matricide and was granted the title of Harbinger, it was no other than Signora who approached the scrawny girl, barely 18. There was no denying the other Harbingers had their doubts as to why The Tsaritsa would bring someone like her into their ranks. A teen, an orphan, no doubt, given her clothes, with messy hair and pale skin, paler than what one might consider normal. Not only that, but the curse that permeated her entire being was now incredibly difficult to ignore. If Rosalyne was honest with herself, that is what drew her to Peruere. She could care less about her age, but something about those patterns trailing up her arms, her skin burned black as if her body was burning firewood, the fault of her not being able to completely control the blood fire that coursed through her veins with every beat of her heart. It reminded Rosalyne of herself, for she too had fire flowing through her she could barely control.

Perhaps it was the flames that drew the two of them together, or perhaps it was the similarities they saw between themselves. Either way, it seemed as if The Fair Lady allowed Peruere Arlecchino to grow out of her teens in the most peaceful way she was able to. They grew close (one might say almost too close) (the things they did in Signora’s home will never be spoken of, nights filled with tearful pleasure in an attempt to forget the grief and loneliness they both carried with them), and the other Harbingers turned a blind eye. ‘If anyone is able to deal with the insufferable personality of Rosalyne, let them’ is something Pierro once said.

When Arlecchino first showed Signora where she committed matricide, she spoke with no hint of emotion, and Signora followed behind quietly. Her eyes were drawn to the small pink bunny laid next to a patch of lumidouce bells on the far right corner, and Signora has never been a fool. She was dangerously aware that Arlecchino refused to look in that direction, and silently worried herself on what Arlecchino could do if she dared mention it. Alas, her worries melted away like her cryo melted the fire that threatened to swallow her whole when Arlecchino turned to face her, showing her the wing she had somehow acquired.

Signora, in turn, showed hers off as well, bragging that hers were superior, that despite Arlecchino being number 4, she was still better. Arlecchino knew she was only bragging so she wouldn’t notice the way Signora’s eyes were drawn to her, the way her fingers twitched with the urge to stroke that crimson wing Arlecchino had shown. Signora’s bragging earned only an exasperated sigh from Arlecchino, but it was the closest thing to laughter Arlecchino could get.

The first time Signora visited Arlecchino at the House of The Hearth, the responses were.. less than ideal. Her prideful attitude was something the children did not particularly enjoy, and Arlecchino watched silently from the shadows. Polite, as the children were, it did not stop them from making it obvious they had quickly developed a dislike for the lady, and Arlecchino found it hard to miss the way Signora’s lips twitched into a sad frown and the way her eyes became glassy. She had always wanted a child of her own with Rostam. When Arlecchino murmured that a lot of them enjoyed different sweets and trinkets, Signora only hummed in response, but later took that advice, always bearing gifts when she visited.

The children’s attention towards Signora quickly increased until she was always greeted by cheers and laughter and smiles. Superficial, though it was, Arlecchino said nothing to deter them, nor to tell Signora the truth. Arlecchino saw the way she looked on longingly, as if she wanted to adopt one of her own. The Fatui’s operations would never allow her to.

Arlecchino and Signora’s nights together continued, growing more frequent and more romantic with every wane and wax of the moon. Mumbles of praise and what could almost be considered declarations of love. Almost. When Signora told Arlecchino she was to travel to Inazuma, Arlecchino felt a deep sense of unease. Sure, both of them had travelled to different nations before, Arlecchino often having business in Fontaine, Signora taking the Gnoses in Mondstadt and Liyue. Inazuma was a different story, however. Islands far away, ruled by dangerous lightning with no way in or out of the nation, thanks to the Vision Hunt Decree.

They spent one last night together, unsure of how long Signora would be gone. When they laid next to each other afterwards, Signora traced the patterns decorating Arlecchino’s arms in silence. Red crosses stared into icy blue irises as Arlecchino spoke in such an uncharacteristically quiet tone. “Must you go? The children will miss you dearly.”

“I must. It shouldn’t take long, Peruere. I will come back. To the children, of course.” Came the reply. Still, it didn’t quell the unease that grew in the pit of Arlecchino’s stomach.

“Rosalyne, you must be careful. That nation.. it is not like the others. You cannot afford to be cocky and arrogant. It will be a horrible blow to the Fatui’s reputation.” A plea was hidden behind her words, ‘please, stay safe, I can’t lose you, too’.

They laid again in silence for a while, listening to each others breathing. Signora’s touch is white hot, followed by a small moment of ice cold. In the few moments her hands were cold, Arlecchino’s own hands warmed them. “Will you write? To tell me what the children are up to. To tell me what that repulsive ginger has gotten up to now.”

“He is not as bad as you think. He needs time,” she murmured, sighing softly before her charred hand cupped the woman’s face in front of her. The most gentle she could really get with her touch. “Yes, I will write. Bring home souvenirs for the children. Lynette, especially. She’s having a hard time.”

The weeks passed, and Arlecchino’s first correspondence reached Signora. Alone, she didn’t have to hide the way her eyes lit up and her lips lifted into a smile. Her slender fingers carefully opened the letter, and she handled it as carefully as she would a baby, as if she was scared it would disappear should she use too much force.

‘My Fair Lady,

How are you faring? I hope the thunder is not harming your eardrums too harshly. The children have many stories to tell and they would be quite displeased if you could not listen. In regards to the children, they seem to miss you. They ask me of your whereabouts and your estimated return. I, too, wonder this. Do you have any indication yet?

I have heard that the onigiri in Inazuma is delectable. It seems like it would be my perfect dish, plain, no seasoning. Will you bring some back for me? Do not dare to garnish it with chilli flakes, I have enough heat flowing through me.

With love regards,

Peruere.’

The reply came to the House of The Hearth a week later. Arlecchino thought it smelled like Signora’s perfume. She retreated to her office after initiating a game of Marelle between the children, her nail sliced through the top of the letter with ease, the one crimson red nail painted by Signora herself. Her eyes darted towards the window, making sure not a single person had their eyes on her before she brought the letter up to her nose, her lips quirking when she did indeed smell the perfume. She quickly stopped herself from smelling it for much longer, and she opted instead to actually read the letter.

‘Peruere,

It is fine. The thunder does not bother me, it is a fear tactic from the Archon who hides herself away behind a puppet. The Archon is such a coward she hides herself away in a different plane entirely. According to rumours, the gnosis isn’t even in the puppet's possession. I believe it may be in the possession of the flirty kitsune who often finds herself at the Narukami Shrine. I can see your face now as you read that, and it has me chuckling. No, my cursed Knave, I am not flirting with her. I have an inkling that she and the Archon have some sort of relationship. Isn’t it interesting what goes on in different nations?

I have picked up multiple trinkets for the children already, I know they’ll love them. As for you, I will not tamper with your rice and nori.

I have seen that pesky blonde traveller here. I am unsure as to how they have arrived here, it seems they are following the same path the Fatui is in terms of Gnosis collection. Do not fear, I will eradicate them if necessary.

Keep the children entertained for me.

I hope your dreams are not keeping you awake.

Rosalyn.’

The letters go back and forth for weeks, ‘I love you’s and ‘stay safe’s hidden between random gossip. One day, Signora stops responding. Arlecchino’s first thought is anger and confusion. Signora is fine and perfectly capable, so is she attempting to scare Arlecchino? Arlecchino’s letters increase in number, and grow shorter in length.

‘Fair Lady,

Where are you? You have not responded in weeks. Do not make the children worry.’

‘Signora,

It has been six weeks since your last letter. The children are asking for you. I do not know what to tell them. Respond when you can.’

‘Rosalyne,

Do not make me concerned. I have heard the traveller has gotten into a fight with the Archon herself. I do hope you stayed away from there, I assume you are not so foolish as to involve yourself in that.’

‘Rosalyne,

I am concerned. Respond.’

More time passes and one evening, Arlecchino is writing yet another letter. The children and the other Harbingers have noticed she is often writing nowadays, and when she isn’t, her thoughts are often occupying her attention more than anything else. Her pen glides across the paper, her fingers gripping the quill inhumanely hard. The children never inquired about Signora, but Arlecchino does not think Signora needs to know.

‘Rosa,

I implore you to respond. I am scared for you. I have not heard any more news from the nation of Inazuma other than that the Vision Hunt Decree has been lifted and that the Fatui have obtained the Gnosis. I assumed this means that you were able to return to me. Return to me, please. The children plead for updates about you. I plead for an update. When you return, I will be having a stern talk with you about how we once agreed to not disappear without telling the other. You have worried me sick for weeks now, and I find it unacceptable for you to do such a thing when you know how I so dearly lov—‘

The letter is cut off before she can finish when a lower ranking Fatui officer knocks on her office door and hands her a letter. He looks solemn, an odd air about him and the letter. He leaves when she snaps at him to go, and she wastes no time in opening the letter.

It does not smell like Rosalyne’s perfume, it smells like ashes. Arlecchino reads the letter with wide eyes and slightly trembling hands, an increasing anger growing inside of her like a match lighting her insides as she reads the news of Rosalyne’s untimely sacrifice. Her breath becomes heavy, and she has to swallow hard to stop herself from screaming.

Arlecchino does not cry in the days that come. She hides her feelings behind a stony mask so convincing that even Pierro avoids her for fear of angering her.

When they stand beside Rosalyne’s coffin, she argues with the others, something she so rarely does. The others are so taken aback to the point they do exactly as she says, and keep their mouths shut.

Only when the moth that lands on her coffin, the last remnants of her, burns out into ashes (just like her body, just like everything Peruere touches), does Peruere let a tear fall from her eye.

She swears she will do everything she can to avenge her, even if it means attempting resurrection one day, if all else fails. She keeps Signora’s fatui coat underneath her bed. It remains untouched, but not forgotten. She cannot bring herself to touch it and smell her perfume one last time.

When people no longer mention Rosalyne, the last part of Arlecchino’s warmth smoulders until it disappears completely.