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starless-nightz · 1 month

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The Tsaritsas and the Harbingers obsession

note -> These HCs are based off of the Pulcinella grandchild AU by @hunnieknight ! (I didnt include Signora cause she is 💀)

paring -> Yandere! Tsaritsa X gn! reader, Yandere! fem! harbingers X gn! reader

warnings -> yandere themed, blood, kidnapping.

content includes -> yandere! characters, obsessive! characters

The Tsaritsa

The first time the Tsaritsas had met you, she knew she was obsessed with you, she found you absolutely adorable

At first her obsession was only platonic, she adored you like a mother would adore a child, but as you grew and reached adulthood, so did her obsession

The Tsaritsas would often tell your grandfather to leave you with her, and while he didnt want to at first he eventually agreed

She would often spend time with you in her garden, the only place where the flowers bloomed, she made sure you knew that your only home is where she is, that that is where you belong, with her

The Tsaritsas wants you to be hers and only hers, but she doesnt mind sharing you with a few of her harbingers

Arlecchino

Arlecchino never had a good relationship with your grandfather, that was one of the reasons why she was suprised that you were his grandchild

Her obsession began when she met you during one of the meetings when your grandfather brought you with him, she knew she had to have you

While she knew that the Tsaritsa already had a unspoken claim on you, that didnt mean she could only have you to herself

Arlecchino would often bring you to the House of the Hearth, and while she May "love" you, she is no afraid of punishing you until you behave

Arlecchino agreed to share you with the Tsaritsa and the other harbingers, tasked to make sure you never escape their grasp

Columbina

Columbinas obsession started the first time she saw you, she found you absolutely adorable and she wants to make you hers

She knew the Tsaritsa and the others already had an obsession with you too, so all of them agreed to share you, which she was pleased with

Columbina would often sing to you to calm you down, especially after every punishment you were given for trying to escape your lovers

She, alongside Sandrone, would dress you in cute outfits and show you off as their precious doll

Columbina would make sure your grandfather doesnt mingle in your affairs, you now belong to the Tsaritsa and the other harbingers

Sandrone

Sandrone is not sure when her obsession started, but she knows she will make you hers, she doesnt care about the Tsaritsas claim on you, you are her perfect doll

She would dress you up and make you into the perfect doll for her and the others, she will make sure you are an obedient little doll just for them~

Sandrone often has one of her robots with you for protection, and to make sure you never escape them

She is the harshest when it comes to punishing you, thats why you always make sure you are obedient for her, because you know she will hurt you

Your poor grandfather has to deal with the fact that he will never see his precious grandchild again, but they could care less about him

#the tsaritsa #tsaritsa x reader #arlecchino x reader #arlecchino #columbina #columbina x reader #sandrone #sandrone x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact

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mellowwillowy · 10 months

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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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avens-light · 2 months

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The Tsaritsa: Did you take out Y/n as I requested?

Arlecchino : Y/n has been taken out, yes.

The Tsaritsa: You have my grat-

Arlecchino : It was a great restaurant.

Arlecchino : We had a romantic candlelit dinner.

Arlecchino : I proposed afterwards- we’re filing the wedding papers.

#arlecchino x reader #The Tsaritsa #arlecchino #incorrect quotes #I think arle misunderstood what the Tsaritsa said..

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eluxcastar · 5 months

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Listening to Candle Queen gave me more Arlecchino/Tsaritsa's daughter reader thoughts because what about reader DOESN'T scream Candle Queen?? The people think of reader as a tyrant, she looks down upon humans, she is literally playing a caricature (it is also her ONLY identity), she is abandoned, harmed by her own actions, and ultimately alone

Clutching a broken crown of fire is possibly the best way to describe it 😭

#✦ — riri rambles.#listen #she can be spoiled if I want her to #I'm her GOD /j #but actually it would kinda make sense yk??#I love her #but also I can't deny her position makes her extremely susceptible to letting it get to her head #like there had to be a reason everyone was so on board with just #allowing that #beyond the Tsaritsa willing it #maybe she deserved it a little 💀#arlecchino #arlecchino x reader #arlecchino x female reader #genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader

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clouvu · 2 years

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So I think they’re neat

#genshin impact #arlecchino #sandrone #arledrone #I have seen arle shipped with columbina/signora/lumine and hell even the tsaritsa herself #but I genuinely have not seen any content of arlecchino x sandrone #me drawing this and fighting for my life not to become too attached to this pairing I cannot get into rarepair hell again NOT AGAIN #I dont need the tranqulizer I NEED TO GET BEATEN WITH A BAT IM CHEWING GLASS #arlebina will forever be my meow meows but arledrone;;;;; It Hits

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blogforwritinggenshin · 2 years

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Let Me Help You

CW: murder, self harm (reader breaks their finger)

You are barely more than nothing.

Next to her, you are a speck of dust on the floor.

She insists you are her little snowflake. That it’s you that makes her whole. You that rules her kingdom. You that is most important and above all.

You wonder if she avoids holding your hand because she’s afraid you’ll melt.

Instead you hold onto the fabric of her dress as she glides down the halls of her winter palace. She must feel like she’s going at a snail's pace, with you by her side. Your mind sinks lower and lower with every step.

She pets your hair with the back of her hand as though she’s stroking a cat. You crane your head up and see her expressionless face.

“Would you like to play with someone?” Her deep, satin voice vibrates your whole body.

You nod and the corners of her lips tilt up for a moment. You muster up your best smile. The corners tip downward.

You stare at the floor for the rest of the trip down the hall, vaguely distracted by the feeling of fabric between your fingers.

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Columbina traces the palm of your hand while humming softly. You can feel her drawing your powers out. It looks like your hands are covered in flour. She always seems so oddly happy to be in your presence. The only other time you see her smile is when she sees the Tsaritsa.

She intertwines her fingers with yours and leans her head on your shoulder. You don't move. You just stare at the one sided hand hold.

A soft gasp leaves her lips as she watches ice start climbing up the sides of her palm and snaking over to the back. Her hand is stuck to yours. You hear a giggle and she clings to you tighter.

How can she enjoy this?

Her free hand comes up and holds your bicep as she nuzzles your shoulder. Your heart starts to beat fast.

This feels nice.

The ice shatters as you rip your hand out of her grasp. You abruptly stand up and Columbina has to catch herself as your support disappears.

You run out of the room.

No.

This isn't right.

You shouldn't do this.

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“I don’t understand what you mean comrade.”

You aren’t sure if you expected him to.

You ask him to pass you the wooden mallet.

You hammer your finger on purpose.

The chisel breaks the skin and bone.

Good.

You feel a dull throb.

Disappointing.

Childe rushes over and takes the tools from you and cradles your hand.

You consider healing yourself.

You decide against it.

It’s too late. A layer of ice has already encased the fragments and secured them back into place. Your finger will heal perfectly.

You look up at Childe and tug at his sleeve.

He helps you roll it up, revealing bloody bandages. You peel them off and place your lifeless hand on the giant gash. Your comrade hisses as your power bites at his wound. When he looks down, there's only a thin, white line remaining.

You take away your hand.

"It'll fade," you mumble before turning back toward your art project.

You push the half done sculpture off the pedestal.

You smile at the shattered pieces.

You briskly walk out of the room and don't look back. You hope you were fast enough to make sure it didn't get repaired.

"Amazing," Childe breathes out. He crouches down next to the broken figure and tries to pry a piece up from the ground. It doesn't budge. As though it's been welded, the ice has frozen to the crystal floor.

Why would you ever think something is wrong with you?

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You ask Dottore why you don’t feel cold or get frostbite. There’s always caveats to having powers. Something given and something taken. Why aren’t you punished for the things you do?

He looks at you with his insane eyes, they never stop twitching or shaking.

“It’s because there’s nothing wrong with you. When someone receives newfound power, they must lose a piece of themselves to make room. But you are already perfect,” he reaches his hands towards you, letting them hover by your cheeks as though he wants to cup your face.

“You have had these abilities from the very beginning. It’s only been recently that you’re seeing the effects of them.”

You share none of his joy about your condition.

So you’ve always been like this?

You want to puke.

You want to die.

You feel your eyes grow heavy, and Dottore finally places his hands on your cheeks.

“Don’t worry, snowflake. One day you will be able to see everything you are and everything you’re capable of doing.”

You feel a wet line on your face.

Please…

No.

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The three surround you with such hopeful and happy gazes. Arlecchino says she’s proud of you, and Pantalone gives you his signature laugh and smile of approval. Even Capitano seems to radiate a new aura of positivity that permeates beyond the mask that hides his expressions.

You feel awful that all you can do in return is look at them despondently. So you look away from their faces, and instead you look at the body on the floor. As you stare, a thin layer of frost starts to bloom on it. Slowly taking it over like a pack of starving rats climbing all over their only source of food.

Why are you doing this to him? What did he do to deserve it?

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

You don’t know who this man is. This was the first time you had ever encountered him. At least, you think it is. And...

And you killed him. Stared him down and let– no... made the ice climb all over him. Cooled the blood inside of him till it turned to slush, and then even more until it had frozen in place.

Why did you do it?

Is this really you?

You froze his head first to immortalize his expression. You hate the idea that his last thoughts were probably about you. You prefer to think that he was afraid, and was questioning why he was blinded by white, only for everything to go dark.

The heart can live on without the head. It will keep beating. You put your hand flat over his chest, right where his heart would be, hidden inside his ribcage. You let yourself stop feeling the ice inside of him and only focused on the beating.

You smiled when you felt it finally stop.

By then the others had caught up to you. You stepped away from the frozen corpse. The three did the opposite and stepped towards it, circling and inspecting it like critics at an art show. Arlecchino and Pantalone spoke at the same time, praising you, then glaring at each other for stealing each other’s thunder. Capitano gave a strong and firm nod.

Their feelings never reach you.

You think your heart is more frozen than the man you just murdered. You have to focus to feel it beating in your chest.

The heart can keep beating even without the head. It’s an entity all its own.

“How about we go celebrate your accomplishment? We could go out and find something you want.”

“Tch. What a waste. I thought your only goal was to hoard all that mora? Come now, we should go find you a new person to hunt.”

You’re already walking away. Capitano makes sure to follow close behind. Your gloomy demeanor pulsing like waves around you, pushing them all away.

Luckily, they stopped feeling fear a long time ago.

They all fall into step beside you.

You want to go back to sleep.

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You stand on the arm rest and look down at the people who are normally taller than you. She slowly turns her head towards you, utterly uninterested in the new reports.

“I heard what you did the other day.”

You turn your head slightly to show that you’re listening, but you continue to stare down at the agent that looks like he’s going to collapse any second now. You want to make sure you see that.

“Would you be willing to do it again? I’d love to see you use your powers.”

You look at her. Concern written on your face. She’s giving you the rare, full smile. She hides her sharp teeth behind painted lips, but she still looks beautiful. She turns back to the speaking agent. “You’re dismissed. Guards, bring the prisoner.”

Lucky bastard. You wanted to watch him fall over. Instead you watch him quickly turn heel and walk out on quivering legs as a new stranger is brought to the center of the room. Hauled with both arms around each guards’ neck, unable to stand on his own.

He’s dropped onto the floor and he sobs, clearly in agonizing pain.

“Go on then,” she whispers.

You stare down at him without any emotion. You can hear his blood rushing in your ears, but you don’t think about stopping it. Instead you let it wash over you, like a rolling wave. Letting it take you wherever it needs to go in the body. You follow veins and arteries up and down his body. From his heart to his toes, and from his lungs to his head. Most of the pain is going to his legs. He’s going to die.

“Come now. I’ll help you.” You watch as her gloved hand comes up and she gently holds your arm between her fingers. You start to feel jittery as a fraction of her power stimulates your own. You position your hand into a pointer finger as she aims you at the crippled prisoner. You stare at him and watch as his sobs become quieter. Relief has finally come for him. You froze his legs. His nerve endings.

You can barely hear the garbled thank you come from him, you’re too far away and already too occupied with crushing his heart.

He cries out again and sounds like he’s choking. He gasps for breath and punches against his chest, trying to make it keep beating.

He screams. The icicle that’s forming inside of him, presses against his insides and pushes out. And it keeps pushing. Slowly piercing through his cells one by one in a line, until the tip finally protrudes out of his chest and back. It’s diagonal, so when he looks, he can see the expanding icicle on both sides. He screams again and passes out.

“Well done,” she says as she claps.

“I knew you could do it, my snowflake.” She looks at you with sparkling eyes.

Hope sprinkles over you and lands on your eyelashes. You close your eyes and more tears fall. Soft, gentle lips come up and kiss them away.

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It's not a matter of whether or not you're a bad person. You've always been a monster. It's only a matter of whether or not you can accept who you are.

You hesitate.

Then nod to yourself.

You can.

You can keep going.

Continue to project your suffering onto others.

Realize how strong you are and watch as others collapse, fall over in a line like dominoes.

Is this what healing looks like?

Is this really who you are?

The harbingers will all say yes.

You can’t say you share the same happiness about that.

But you no longer feel uncomfortable with the path you’re walking.

After all,

You’re the rule maker now.

There is no more right and wrong.

Not for you, anyway.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #the tsaritsa #tsaritsa x reader #childe x reader #dottore x reader #arlecchino x reader #columbina x reader #capitano x reader #pantalone x reader #cw: murder

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draco-glacialis · 2 months

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Arlecchino: I have a plan.

Tsaritsa: Good! As long as we aren’t breaking the law again, I’m open to hearing it.

Arlecchino:…

Tsaritsa: …

Arlecchino: I no longer have a plan.

#incorrect quotes #genshin impact #arlecchino #Tsaritsa #fatui shenanigans #fatui harbingers #house of hearth shenanigans #Arlecchino x Tsaritsa #breaking the law is how she became harbinger tbf

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those-gremlin-grapes · 15 days

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Permafrost

#mine #fanart #genshin impact #genshin art #genshin fanart #genshin impact fanart #genshin impact art #yuri #arlecchino #fatui #the knave #house of the hearth #cryo archon #tsaritsa #snezhnaya #tsaritsa x arlecchino #peruere

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definesanity · 11 months

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Now I'm curious as to how the both pairs would approach their respective Reader about polyamory. Arlecchino and Colombina with Madness!Reader, and Sandrone and Tsaritsa with a new Descender reader who made a deal to act as an archivist for the Fatui, as the descenders aren't subject to changes in history by Irminsul tampering.

Arlecchino & Columbina:

Arlecchino has little to no idea, even after they started to date Columbina. Although, I'd say Columbina starts it: she's subtle, yes, but she wants to make sure they're comfortable, even if they are on the verge of insanity.

In a twisted way, it's a wholesome attempt.

The Tsaritsa & Sandrone:

The Tsaritsa always wanted someone to share her vision, and for Sandrone, while she sees her vision, she also sees another.

With that Darling, I'd say The Tsaritsa formally asks for their hand. It doesn't have to start romantically but, over time, they do start to fall for each other. Sandrone is interesting; in my opinion, she didn't want to join, but later on bit the bullet. Surprisingly, she enjoys the company.

I hope that I am making sense ;-;

#ryuusei's replies #genshin impact #Columbina #arlecchino #the Tsaritsa #sandrone #arlecchino x columbina #arlebina #arlecchino x reader #columbina x reader #tsaritsa x reader #sandrone x reader

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eth3realia · 2 years

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“a harbinger’s tongue — the fatui harbingers.”

summary ? under the surface of the fatui, lies a certain person ready to aim at any given moment. during rosalyne’s funeral, they finally decided to show themself.

content ? gender-neutral reader, la signora’s death, reader has a cryo vision and geo/anemo delusion, profanity, probably not lore-wise, ‘Brighella’ is reader’s codename.

notes ? first work 😋

The Damselette’s singing echoed through the icy chamber, her delicate figure could be seen laying on her fallen comrade’s coffin.

“Conventional wisdom holds that divine knowledge rationally comprehended,” Dottore paused. “After conquering the Divine Gaze, he will make his next move.” He once again spoke, an amused smile flickered upon his lips. extending his arm, holding a potion in his hand.

Footsteps could be heard as Dottore moved his head to look at the source of the sound, curious. “It’s time to end tonight’s foolish theatrics. Right now, you have no captive audience,” The 1st Harbinger spoke, his lips in a thin line.

“We have an intruder in our hands,” Arlecchino suddenly enunciated, squinting her eyes, side-eyeing. “Someone dared to interrupt the fair lady’s funeral? How ludicrous!” The Marionette scoffed, her smile turning upside down into a frown.

“My my... you finally noticed my presence? ” You spoke, stepping out of the shadows, heels clicking against the concrete. You had a pale complexion and dull eyes with small pupils— which makes you look more intimidating.

“I—”

Blades made of hydro dashed towards you— making you furrow your eyebrows. In return, you extended your arm forwards and a geo shield surrounded your figure, making a sly grin flicker upon your lips. “What a rude way to greet a guest,” using your anemo delusion, you swept away the hydro blades and made them turn against the attacker.

The harbinger widened his eyes and quickly dodged, his frown aching to turn into an amused smile.

“Tartaglia, don’t try anything rash. ” commanded Arlecchino, glaring at the person that appeared during a comrade’s funeral. “Don’t you feel ashamed— treating the Tsaritsa’s right hand like shit?” You muttered, a [e/c] glow emitting from your eyes.

—that made the glacial chamber be filled with silence. The 11th harbinger slightly widened his eyes and lowered down his hands, unclenching his fists. “The Tsaritsa’s right hand?” muttered Pulcinella, his nose scrunching.

“The Tsaritsa’s right hand is Pierro, you know nothing of the fatui.” Capitano argued, his anger slowly rising.

“And how can you confirm that? You know nothing of The Tsaritsa’s life. The Tsaritsa calls my name whenever she speaks of the gnosis’, not his. ” You exclaimed and ended with a hushed whisper, an amused grin slowly showing itself. “Your name? ” Pantalone asked, his usual expression present.

“Brighella.”

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mellowwillowy · 10 months

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𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐂𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬

Yan! Circus Performers x GN!Reader

(Feel free to insert the Yans yourself, I will tag some that could work by the ending)

TW: Body horror and details (Yans and Reader), general Yan warnings, proceed with caution. (Gore level: 1.5)

Darker than night, deep in the woods you'll find Standing alone, a circus that no one knows

Was it a mistake for you to wander into the woods? With a pamphlet in your hand, you strayed into the woods to see the circus. The pair looked so adorable, the two of them looked alike as though they were only mirroring each other. Although their face looked sad, the two sounded cheerful…. as though they were trying to cover their cries…

Children who can't even carry the trembling limbs they were born with

Master of all, nearly ten meters tall Watching the show, eyes that will slowly grow

Yet no one had ever seen the Master of the Circus.

All who perform smile with faces torn Happy with glee, strange as they look to me

You looked at everyone. The pair of Aces looked into you as they laughed merrily, reminding you of the Ace that you never got in a game of blackjack. The other performer offered you their hand as though they were asking you for a dance. A dance, with a performer that was at least 6 meters tall, oh how amazing.

Shall the fun start? Follow me to the Dark Woods Circus Please, join the festivity

The pair of Ace ran into the circus, and their laugh rang endlessly. The tall performer's back was tapped by another performer who was just as tall as them.

They smile as they dream of their mother's embrace

Come and see the two-headed (freak) of nature

The pair of Ace smiled eerily, both of their hands clasped to each other, the cloak covering their bodies taken off revealing stitched bodies. ""Oh what fun! Come, child of human! Kekekekeke…"" Their laugh was just as mirrored as their appearance and fate!

Gaze at a siren, her flesh deformed

"Don't you find me beautiful, dove? Do you perhaps envy me? Truth is that I envy you instead." They held your hand, their eyes unable to find yours and yet they envy your beauty.

Fear the all-eating beast and his love for cold Decaying meals that once were warm

The man's arms were bound to his back, the only thing he could do was feast what was placed in front of him! The woman next to him buried her head into her knees, her surroundings were painted in red wine. "It's delicious, they are delicious, Mother, it tastes so good. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm SORRY" "Kekeke, do you have more for us to eat? We'd like to eat you but… a shame… love… heart… kekekeke…"

Did we ask to breathe? Did we ask to only be abused, Living in bodies like these?

The pair of tall performers started dancing, twirling, spinning lovingly as they tried not to step on you. Their eyes stared into each other, dared not to make any mistake with their steps. ""Perhaps it would be nice for the three of us to dance together?"" Their voice rang as their eyes looked down, staring into yours. "It won't hurt that much, dove" "They'll just break and attach a new pair of legs on you, dove"

When you look at me, what is it that you see? Now a face rotting and torn at the seams

"See? I knew you were beautiful." The pair of Ace took off their blindfold, their eyes bore into yours. "So beautiful, a pair of legs, a pair of eyes, and a face that doesn't rot! You look like a dove!"

Through the pain I scream, how "it hurts so badly" "But we can't help it or do anything"

"Don't you think you'll look even more beautiful if you look exactly like one?"

As the girl would weep, telling me this sadly We perform, always the circus repeats

"Or perhaps we could clip your wings." "That way, you are forever bound to us." The pair laughed again, this time their hands were unclasped, reaching out to you.

How I love the show! How I love it all so! Can you see how fun a circus can be?

The pair of Ace jumped, their voice filling the whole circus as they cheered endlessly.

As our flesh decays and our eyes melt away With a face rotting, it's fun every day

""Because we've found ourselves an injured Dove!! Cheer to everyone, Cheer to the deformity of our Master!!""

How I long to die, why am I still alive? Anyone help me escape from this life

"We have captured the Dove's heart! It decides to rest here!" "Let's clip their wings so that they can rest eternally!" "We'll share our food! The best lump of meat you could ever taste of!" ""Fear not, for the Dove could dance even without its wings"" """" Why do you look terrified, Dove? We LOVE you! We CHERISH you! We WANT you!""""

"You can never leave", yes, I have a feeling Long ago, someone had told this to me It is impossible for anyone to say and feel

"Welcome to the Dark Woods Circus"

A pair of hands placed upon your shoulder, their lip brushed the tip of your ear. Everyone bowed down toward the subject behind you.

"Master," Everyone greeted.

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(!Proceed with CAUTION!)

"Come visit the Dark Woods Circus!"

You handed people the pamphlets, your smile never leaving your face. While people could not see what was under the fabric covering your skin, you could feel your back throbbing with each second.

The rose sewn onto your face never withered but you could feel your sanity did. You could feel your guts dissolving all the meat you ate, they were no longer upset about the change of food. They were generous enough to share a rather large portion of it although they tend to bite you randomly.

The pair of Ace occasionally showed you tricks on how to fly while their hands roamed all over your skin.

The siren would sing for you while they felt their skin against yours.

The tall performers would also teach you how to twirl with them, although it truly was a shame they couldn't dance with you, perhaps just yet.

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Pair of Ace : Lyney and Lynette, Lucy-Lucius

All-Eating Beast: Dottore and Collei, Childe, Sampo, Killeon and Dorothy

Deranged Siren: Columbina, Venti, Jingyuan, Blade (sorry not sorry), Mysrymie

Tall Performers: Diluc and Jean, March and Danheng, 03 and 004

Master: Arlecchino, Pierro, Tsaritsa, Neuvillette, Unknown God, Zhongli, Kafka, ???

(Platonic, sharing, or not depends on you)

--- After notes

Lump of meat = Rotting meat or human flesh

Siren = Leg-less, immobile

Pair of Ace = 1 shared body

Tall Performers = man-made legs

Reader = clipped dove

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dat-bruv-person · 2 years

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hii can i request a part 2 of 'oh to be a harbinger' ?

⍣ ೋ oh to be a harbinger, pt. 2 of this post!

a/n: wow, people really are simps huh-

gn!reader, poc!reader friendly always mwah <3

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Never again, the now ten Harbingers sighed to themselves, swearing an oath never to fail again. The sky was dark, and the Tsaritsa's Palace had an icy layer encasing it, creating prisms that reflected onto the snowy ground and precisely on your feet. Your cloak dragged elegantly on the floor and the expensive fur tickled the back of your neck. You rotated the gold, silver and platinum rings that adorned your fingers, their colours contrasting your own beautiful tone; and shook your wrist to check the time - the light of the moon making the pure silver glimmer. Oh to be a Harbinger, so much luxury and respect, but at what cost if you were going to die anyway?

Your mansion stood tall, and you were met with quite the sight: your maids and servants with a huge feast just for you. Unlike the others who abused their power and ordered others around like filthy dogs, you took pride in calling your servants allies and paid them salaries that would make even the richest of the rich's eyes water, in return they loved and served you wholeheartedly. It hurt both you and them when you had to go, but you always came back to a pristine home. You all had your share and gossiped as you always did, it felt like the whole mansion was a family: from the pets that you owned to your own workers. Oh to be a Harbinger, all that one loves must be left behind if one should make their way to the top.

Letters from Childe came pouring in through your letter box, cascading all over the floor as Pantalone (who had insisted on keeping you company to help you deal with your loss) accidentally "fell" over the polished floor. Deliberately stepping on them, he told you not to worry and that the ginger would always write back. You sipped your red wine, eyeing him as he smiled slyly and placed his hand on yours. Arlecchino, who'd been staying over claiming to also keep you company, cleared her throat as she descended down your marble staircase. Once she reached where you were sat, she rubbed your shoulders and whispered something that Pantalone couldn't quite hear. It didn't matter. Oh, to be a Harbinger, one person needs you when another person does - everyone needs you for something: a perfect environment for gossip and backchat.

Her Majesty has decided that you are her jewel in her crown, and no hand may touch you inappropriately. This presents many challenges, of course, but the Tsaritsa does not care for petty affairs such as these.

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poorgay · 1 year

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childe turned out like #that because he was raised by teyvats worst lesbians

this is the result of having 8 different moms and them all hating eachother

(masterpost for this au here)

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asimpforhotpixels · 2 years

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Title: The Creator's Guardian (Prologue)

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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Taglist: @chocoenvy

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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.

The Creator’s body is missing from the Abyss.

The Creator is back.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact women x reader #fatui harbinger women x reader #la signora x reader #arlecchino x reader #columbina x reader #sandrone x reader #rosalyne x reader #the knave x reader #marionette x reader #damselette x reader #tsaritsa x reader #why am i so nervous because of this fic hhhhhh #genshin sagau #sagau

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