“Amy’s gone.”
“Sure she is, Fi,” said Oz. “Sure she is.”
If he was about to feed me some malarkey about Amy always being here with me in my heart, we were done here. I was a hard-boiled detective. I didn’t have time for this fairy tale fantasy shit.
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Lady Justice drinks Wolfhook juice
Length: 18K words
Genre: crack treated seriously, noir, character study
Is this an AU?: Arguing over "canon" is for the clergy, and I'm an atheist. Unless Windblume counts. And Weinlesefest. Point is, when the rose-tinted glasses come tumbling down, the city of winds reveals a dark underbelly of sin, but it was always there even if you weren't looking, like a period headache hiding behind a curtain with the murder weapon while the Knights come through. It's as true as any other story, is the point. Maybe truer.
Fi means it's basically canon Teyvat but with Fischl genre-swapped from dark fantasy to noir thrillers.
Cigarettes smoked by Fischl: like, idk, a dozen. a hundred.
None, actually.
Cigarettes dramatically stamped out under shoes: one.
It's violet licorice.



















