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zeyris-escapism · 11 months

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Betrayal?

╰─➤ Tartaglia x reader

So I tried rizzing Childe bot and they were smart so I wrote smth inspired on that. Not smut this time wow!! But it's implied they fuck

//not stated whether reader has a vision or not, in which you want to leave the Fatui. (Or in which you end up getting demolished by a harbinger)

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You were one of the lower rank Fatui members who worked under the eleventh Harbinger, Tartaglia. Although very far from having a position of significance, you still bumped into the Harbinger quite a lot.

You weren't that good at that fighting, nor you could spy that well. And yet for some reason here you were again, in some training area with Tarta- Childe. He'd rather you call him that.

Being in the fatui was mostly caused by your desperate want to get out of poverty. Being in the Fatui gave you many opportunities, whether it was the financial stability, or traveling to fulfill your duties.

Most importantly, being in the Fatui easily allowed you access to information from around the world. Even if now it was unnecessary.

After finally snapping out of your thoughts you noticed that the harbinger had his hand out for you, and you took it. With ease he pulled you from the floor. "If you keep being such a lightweight you'll hardly stand a chance in combat"

He always said that. It didn't matter if you exercised to put on more muscle, or took heavier weapons. Childe only said it to make fun of you in some way or another, these dead ocean blue eyes focused on you for a moment, before he looked to the entrance of the training area.

"I will hardly need to stand a chance in combat" you murmured, still in thought. Maybe you didn't realise what you said, taking your weapon to walk over to the wall, leaning against the pillar. At least you had some water near you, taking the bottle to drink.

You weren't sure why, but the harbinger had an odd habit of flexing his vision, simply using it to collect a round droplet of water, popping it into his mouth. It sure felt odd.

"Why?"

Maybe the question only clicked now. "Why what?"

"You said you'd hardly need to stand a chance in combat, I'm asking why. Or is it that you want to keep being beaten by your superior?" He snickered, jabbing you lightly in the side with his elbow. "Hey- no?"

Truth was, you hardly had the will to fight. It was always terribly hard to get out of the Fatui, but aside from having somewhat of a stable life now, you had no much reason to be there.

Working under the eleventh Harbinger was odd, in fact you applied to work under Columbina. And yet you only had the qualities that barely fit for Tartaglia's standard.

So you took the job that was left for you, to work under him. It wasn't the most desirable, but after months you simply get used to that.

Uncomfortable things become eased into you as your brain adapts to reduce stress.

Increase survival. And working with Childe was hardly ever a stable experience.

"Oh, sorry. I was honestly really deep in thought, theoretically speaking. The seargant I was working with left the Fatui, so I wonder what happened with him"

You played with the bottle that held your water, not daring to look at Childe. By then you knew his tricks; even if he'd ask and avoid the topic, play pretend, he was smart. Like a fox, cunning. Quiet.

Waiting.

"After a while you simply get used to other people, so I meant to ask if he's still alive, even after committing such a thing."

Childe was quiet, his gloved fingers swiping down the edge of his bow. "Whatever happened to him, it's not something you should worry about." He started. Oh man. "After all it's not like you'd be dumb enough to want to meet the same fate as him, hm?"

"Oh n-no of course not. But, if they.. if they had a good reason?"

You were in the Fatui, and you knew how to lie. How to twist and manipulate, but Childe? He had such a weird effect on you. Even if you weren't lying you'd stutter and stumble over your own words. Usually you avoided as much as being in the presence of men for too long, sticking with the lovely cicin Mage's. They fought well, but if you got to know them in person, they were lovely most of the time.

Ah you digressed again. Childe didn't seem convinced, raising his brow at you with a blank expression, at which you looked away again, focusing on your water.

Water.

Your bottle was empty.

"..a good reason? No reason is good enough to do such a foolish mistake. What good reason could you have? What could he so convincing that you'd turn against the Fatui? Against the Lord Tsaritsa and, well, me?"

You felt the need to make sure he didn't have wrong ideas. (He figured you out)

"Don't worry– I was just teasing. I may be stupid but I'm not THAT stupid" you tried to joke to release some of the tension.

It did not work.

Awkward silence followed, one that tightened your gut. It was a game of cat and mouse by then, you knew he knew. And he was aware that you realised it, and still neither of you spoke about it straight up.

"I knew as much! You certainly couldn't betray the Fatui and have it work out. The Fatui would haunt you to the ends of the earth for treason, they would never let you rest until you'd be punished accordingly.

So you would certainly never do something so foolish, right?"

"No, no I was just teasing-"

"Just teasing, you say.. well, you certainly had me going! It would've been truly foolish to do such a thing, which is why the thought never crossed people's mind's"

Both his blood thirsty and that mocking, condescending side were true. He was like a coin. That drove you insane.

"I'm glad you were just teasing, because frankly, I didn't know how to respond! Enough of my prattle, how about another sparring match? Just to prove you seriously were never considering such treasonous thoughts?"

"I think I had enough for today, tho-"

"Nonsense. A good fatui soldier always looks for opportunity to indulge in self improvement"

Childe was too good at fighting, and you hardly ever beat him. You never even came close to beating him in the first place, because for some reason he always went so easy on you that you felt humiliated to even show your face.

He stood there out in the open, always giving you an opportunity to strike. At least his bow was charged.

"Come on, what are you waiting for?"

With a sigh you took the spear instead, to keep him at a distance. You didn't really use any elemental power for combat with Childe, you found that if you did (if you had a vision), then he'd be more likely to beat you down. In a way that was less than pleasant.

Aiming your weapon you decided to join him in the dance, for now taking the offensive stance, watching him dodge with ease, the end of your weapon scraping his shoulder.

"You're getting awfully good with that thing!"

Another dodge.

"You'd give me a real headache if you ever turned traitor and came to fight me with a real intent!"

Your blood went cold, and hot at the same time.

"But then again, I know you'd never do such a thing.."

Before you knew it, you had to start and be defensive instead, hardly managing to dodge the bow that he used to try and hit you. "Right?"

You were aware he figured you out, andd in that little stun he managed to take a hit on you this time, end of the bow hitting you in the ribs. With a wince you jumped back, it was a little weird to breathe.

The fight didn't go for long, he did tire you earlier after all, and before you knew it you were knocked off your feet, stumbling down on your back. "sshit-"

Childe simply grinned, close by then as his foot ended on your chest the moment you tried to get up. "ah-ah-ah, you lost."

It wasn't the first time. And you learned to take that loss. Maybe this time Childe didn't plan to just let you leave without giving him a reward.

"You are getting awfully unmotivated in these fights, ah it almost bores me. By suggesting such an offense, I should've killed you by now"

Once he saw you didn't try to get up again he crouched next to you, noticing the way you looked at your weapon. Before you could properly reached it he simply used his hand to shove it away. "As I said, you lost. And your punishment is up to me" he murmured, fingers grabbing your chin to force some eye contact at once.

"Come on Tartaglia, I was ju-"

"Childe"

"Childe- i just wanted to get a reaction out of you, come on" you laughed.

He wasn't convinced.

"Doesn't change the fact you've lost now, does it?"

He tapped at your jaw for a moment, staring into your eyes.

Everytime you saw that dead sea on his face, it felt like all the energy and motivation you had was lost.

Childe was such an ambitious man, and yet he felt like the most dead person you've met.

To say he was enthusiastic and void of life was both true and false at the same time, a living contradiction you needed to bear with.

Sometimes it was hard to predict which side peeked through to react. Working under him was simply like running on a path that changed directions constantly. That either had flowers or all sorts of broken glass shards, rocks.

Sticks.

Soon enough he finally let your chin go, looking at how the light shone at the center of the practice grounds. "oh, that won't do" standing up he grabbed your foot, hiss leaving you as he dragged you towards the center of the round hall. "Don't act feisty on me now, girly"

You were dragged all the way to where the light reflected from the windows, hissing as he stared down at you. Maybe you seemed compliant, but you knew how angry he could get at his plans being ruined. Maybe it was more fun to play along.

Before you could tell, Childe was sat near your legs, fingers walking up your thigh. At least Fatui uniforms were somewhat decent, modest. "let's just put you under one more trial. To really make sure if you were kidding"

"H-huh- I think I proved myse- hhA what the ffUck-" he held your thigh up, intrusive thoughts winning him over when he bit it despite the clothing on top.

Seeing you like that just made him bite, he was unsure why.

"–anyway. Now that you lost it's my turn to take my reward. Two birds with one stone, isn't that right?" His hands slid up your thighs to your hips, suddenly tugging you over to himself, even more so then before.

"Stay still for me, that will be enough of a proof"

#childe x reader #childe and reader #yandere childe #obsessive childe #tartaglia x reader #ajax x reader #fatui reader #yandere tartaglia

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nuttytani · 8 months

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pairing: diluc x gn!reader

fandom: genshin impact

a/n: I had this written like a year ago and forgot about it until i was going over my gdoc stuff. never got around to complete it and i kinda dont want to?? all you need to know is that i made this when i was a liiiitle obsessed with the fatui and diluc's new skin (at that time) + my first ish attempt at angst and @lorei-writes helped me out!! (angst qweeen)

“Answer me—” You slapped with force, “—how did you infiltrate the fatui?”

The pain in your hand was unbearable, it throbbed and burned but it did not surpass the extreme pain in your heart.

Crack, crack, crack…

Your heart broke into a million pieces, falling into the abyss. No one to pick them back for you.

“Never trust anyone, never love anyone… For you will fall apart,” Tsaritsa would always say, when you were nothing but a fledgling. She was right, and now you’re suffering the consequences of not heeding to her warnings.

Humans make mistakes, and they learn from them, but why does this feel like you have sinned? Alas, you have no one to blame but yourself. Why did you allow him to see the deepest parts of yourself?

Diluc’s groaning brought you back to reality. You were tasked with a job, and you must complete it. Taking a closer step towards the redhead, you caged him between the walls and your arms.

“Tell me, or I will have no other choice but to force it out of you, Master Diluc,” you spat out.

Say something, anything. Doesn’t matter. Please

“Over… My- dead body,” he gasped out, all while staring at you with those fiery eyes..

Crack, crack, crack….

The shattered pieces of your heart vanished.

“I thought you were smarter than that… Guess not… And it leaves me with no choice.” You said, before giving him one last longing look. “If you had even a little bit of shame… I suppose all those moments were nothing for you.”

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#genshin impact #diluc ragnvindr #diluc x reader #genshin diluc #diluc x you #diluc x y/n #diluc genshin impact #genshin impact diluc #tani writes!!#fatui reader

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minzart · 2 years

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Dottore(the game design one): why are you looking at me like that?

Y/n: .... what the fuck happened to your teeth? No scratch that. What's with the new look overall??? I liked your pink bowtie :/

Dottore not knowing who the fuck this is and how did they get so close to that specific clone but now it's too late to ask and he's kinda intrigued about their suposed preexisted "dynamic": it's a funeral, it seemed inappropriate not to come more formal in this day doesn't it? :)

Y/n squinting at him: ..... aren't you tired of being calm?

Dottore: what-?

Y/n getting closer: don't you wanna release the unhinged gremilin that lies bellow :)))))

Dottore internaly: don't laugh,don't laugh,don't laugh,don't laugh,don't laugh,don't laugh-fuck

[Dottore loses his fucking mind in a maniacal grin and laughter BC THE AUDACITY OF THIS PERSON HOLLY FUCK]

Y/n: yeah it's still you then :)

#genshin imagine #genshin #gi #genshin impact #dottore #il dottore #for those two person who found my old fatui reader imagines. love you #fatui reader #i'm not complaining abour his prettyfication btw XD i just got attached to his gremilin look #wayyy too much for this new design to be very appealing... unless of course he's also a gremilin inside :)#and now i disapear bc there are so many characters now that i just... it's so many and i have no idea how to balence them #he's probably imagining disecting you tho #like. how the fuck do you have such boldiness and how did you make a friendishp between at least 3 of the harbindgers #says he: i'll not get attached... and then he did #what the fuck am i doing here ... i don't even play the game XD #anyway feel free to ramble in the coments XD. seeing people get excited about their little hyperfixation is nice :)#gi dialogues

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xoxodiluc · 2 years

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can u do a diluc x reader headcanons where reader is a member of the fatui? like they have a secret relationship and stuff?

diluc in a secret relationship with fatui! y/n | diluc ragnvindr x gender neutral! reader

genre slight angst, fluff, headcanons

cw fatui! reader, possible spoilers if you haven’t read diluc’s lore, spoilers for diluc’s story quest | not proofread.

notes sorry this is SO late omg but i hope you like this anon 🥹 also been obsessing over diluc lately 🙏

diluc ragnvindr has long accepted that you were a member of the fatui, even though he had some unpleasant history with them

no one knew you and diluc are dating (except those who are close to him), and you both preferred to keep it on the low

you gained elzer, charles and the dawn winery staff’s trust slowly but surely when they found about you two :D

he always liked being alone during his nighttime routine where he protects mondstadt from danger, but when he started dating you, he was more than happy to have you by his side

there was even a rumor going around mondstadt about how the darknight hero has a significant other (which diluc finds ridiculous)

yes you tease him about the ‘darknight hero’ every time you can

darknight hero dating a fatuus (REAL)

you always accompany him whenever he was the bartender at angel’s share (in a different attire of course where you don’t look like a fatuus)

and when people aren’t looking, he would caress your hand secretly for a moment before going back to his task </3

for you, it was okay when anyone finds out about the both of you, except the fatui because once they found out about your involvement with diluc, they would probably try to make you kill him

as for diluc, he doesn’t really give a damn about the fatui but he respects your wishes as he also doesn’t want you possibly getting harmed

one night, you and diluc were sitting on a log at starsnatch cliff as you held hands, and he confessed how badly he wanted to let people know about you two

“i… i want to tell them about us. but i know it’s hard, especially for you.”

your heart ached, agreeing, “i know. but i promise you, when things are less complicated, i will proudly tell them you’re my lover. you’d be surprised once the whole of teyvat knows!”

he let out an amused laugh, pulling you closer to his chest and kissing your forehead as he listened to your rambles about your day

being strangers in public and lovers in private will have to do for now…

#♡.heather’s writings #♡.sfw #diluc ragnvindr x reader #diluc x y/n #diluc ragnvindr #diluc x reader #diluc #diluc x gender neutral reader #diluc x you #diluc headcanons #diluc scenarios #genshin x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #fatui #fatui reader #diluc fluff #diluc angst

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raiphoria · 10 months

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Only His Servant | Scaramouche |

(Y/n) stared blankly ahead as the cold temps of Snezhnaya nipped away at his exposed (S/c) skin.

A dendro vision sat comfortably on his left hip as it didn't move a single inch when a strong icy wind went blasting by it.

(E/c) hues drifted to the side to see their owner's current companions that were trying to plan out an diversion to attack the traveler and their companion.

A tired sigh escaped the male's lips as he looked forward once more, taking notice of steady footsteps that were heading his way.

"Balladeer," (Y/n) greeted lowly, taking in the newly tensed atmosphere that surrounded the area.

The Balladeer; also known as Scaramouche, stared up at the taller figure with a narrowed stare.

"And why are you just standing around?" Scaramouche asked.

(Y/n) raised a questioning brow at the shorter, before motioning over to a tent that had his already finished work inside. "I finished an hour ago, sir. I'm just currently watching over my comrades," he answered.

Scaramouche scoffed as he tilted his head to look over (Y/n)'s forearm, and took notice of the said finished packets.

A set of indigo hues made eye contact with (Y/n) set of (E/c).

"Hmph. Fine, I'll give you something else. Hurry up," Scaramouche huffed out as he walked off.

The (H/c)-haired Fatui male did his best to hold back an eye roll as he followed after the Harbinger that he's been working under the past several years.

Scaramouche side-eyed the taller figure with a heavy frown on his lips, wondering why the Tsarista had given him (Y/n) and not to one of the other Harbingers.

The said male wasn't even looking at him! And it ticked off Scaramouche whenever the other didn't even respond to him or looked at him when it wasn't even needed.

✧˖*°࿐

(Y/n) felt his body get pressed up against the closed door that belonged to Scaramouche's office.

A strong grip to the wrists kept the taller male steady.

The (H/c)-haired male stared down at the Harbinger with a raised brow.

Scaramouche's nose suddenly scrunched up when he smelled a strong scent of woman's perfume on (Y/n)'s figure that he didn't notice until now.

"Why do you smell like perfume?" Scaramouche rudely asked as he released his hold on (Y/n) so that he could cross his arms over his chest.

(Y/n) took notice of a familiar emotion or two peaking out of the usual cold purple eyes that the Harbinger usually carried.

A smirk cradled itself onto his lips in amusement.

"Are you jealous, Balladeer?" (Y/n) teasingly asked.

Scaramouche's eyes widened a bit before snapping straight into a glare. "No, I am not!" He snapped.

A chuckle was then heard as (Y/n) leaned forward, and brushed his lips against Scaramouche's ear.

The said Harbinger stiffened up as his ears flushed a light pink at the unexpected motion.

A wispy chuckle left the Fatui member's lips.

"You don't have to worry about me. I'm your servant, am I not? So, I belong to you. Mind and body," the (H/c)-haired states.

Scaramouche clenched his teeth as his non-existent heart rammed against his chest at a very fast pace.

(Y/n) felt Scaramouche wrap a hand around his neck, lightly putting pressure on it.

"You better belong to me, because I'll destroy anyone and anything that takes you away from me."

The taller male mentally chuckled when he heard a possessive growl escape the Harbinger's lips at the thought of him belonging to someone else.

(Y/n) casually plucked the hand away from his neck, and changed positions.

Scaramouche's back was now up against his office door as the (H/c)-haired Fatui male loomed over him.

(Y/n) lowered his head, making sure that he and Scaramouche were just inches away from kissing.

"I'm always yours. I'm your servant, after all."

Scaramouche immediately closed his eyes and responded to the kiss the second he felt (Y/n) pressed his lips against his own.

The Balladeer loved being dominated by the taller, even if it meant him dominating the other first to get what he wanted.

And it's been like this for the past several years, and nobody knew about this information.

He wanted to keep it this way.

Just him and his servant, and nobody else.

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact oneshots #genshin oneshots #oneshot #genshin x reader #male reader #genshin impact x male reader #Scaramouche #scaramouche x male reader #scaramouche x reader #balladeer #harbingers #possessive #fatui reader #dendro reader

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lightyagamifan · 4 months

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Stationed near the closed doors of the building were the two of you, in which you are a Fatui rookie, and another fellow Fatuus, who was also nice enough to befriend you. Your small conversations brought up the question of which Harbinger was leading the mission tonight, and he could only chuckle nervously.

“I just hope it’s not Lord Scaramouche.”

Suddenly, your colleague nearly yelps as you both hear the door practically bang open. The perpetrator takes in the sweet sound of deafening silence before he draws in, the familiar jingles of his hat ornaments echoing across the room. At the same time the doors swung open, you didn’t dare to see the authority figure who was stepping into the hallway. His two unfortunate subordinates know better than to test him with a look.

The whole world stops spinning once the Harbinger halts at your feet. You inwardly fight with your curiosity to not raise your head, boring your eyes at his feet instead.

Your newfound friend beside you starts, “Lord Harbinger, we are-“

The said figure strikes his face in one swift motion with a slap, wasting no time in shutting his subordinate up.

You couldn’t help but jump, staring and cowering at the sight of your unquestionable leader in front of you donning an expression of fury, his hand high in the air as if he was preparing to start beating up the poor guy senseless in the next few minutes. Yet, Scaramouche lowers his arm, smirking at the shaking underling beneath him.

After he hisses orders at the figure (who basically ran off to the next room immediately), he quickly turns, prowling towards you, the adornments of his hat sounding an alarm as you freeze at the anticipation of whatever else he was going to do.

However, the same smugness, that was once directed at your coworker, falls at the prolonged sight of you. Your Lord Harbinger simply huffs in annoyance, not sparing any apology as he bumps into your shoulders, trudging past you.

You could only thank the Archons that he spared you instead.

#inspired by that one artifact lore #i wish i was that person he slapped jkjk #not proofread i wrote this in a quick burst of motivation :]#scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #genshin impact #fatui reader #my writing

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hiraya-rawr · 1 year

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02 // sly villain – diluc .

contains !! she/her reader, villainous reader, soft obsessive themes, mild violence, rated mature but otherwise sfw, angst? honestly a whirlwind

synopsis !! part two to you're a harbinger and the darknight hero caught your interest

note !! I know I said I'll post it after I finish my midnight deadline but the deadline was extended so now it's 2am and I have an 8am appointment but a deal is a deal! here we are!

word count !! 2.7k

chapters !! rewrite part 01 // original part 01 // (completed)

Diluc Ragnvindr stood with the aura you expected of a nobleman. He didn’t sport a polite smile or a welcoming atmosphere, yet he was beautiful and you craved for him. You greeted the ladies first with a small bow, exchanging quick pleasantries and introducing yourself as the 12th Harbinger before turning to the redhead.

He raises his hand — whether it was in an effort to kiss the back of your knuckles or to shake your hand, you’ll never know — Instead, he pauses when he sees the hand you place on his. Burn mark in full view where the imprints of his fingers never quite faded. You smile at him, the object of your obsession.

“I don’t believe this is the first time we met, Lord Ragnvindr.”

The momentary surprise fades from his face, as if it wasn’t there in the first place. His lips thinned into a line, cold eyes contrasting their fiery color. There are only two options for Diluc: one would be admitting to being played like a fool, and the other would be to feign ignorance.

He chooses the latter.

“Oh? I don’t recall.”

You frown. It’s evident to the two spectators that a tension was brewing– one caused by beyond your titles of Fatui Harbinger and Mondstadt’s Uncrowned King (but the fact that this was the anticlimactic second meeting between the lowly Cicin Mage and Darknight hero remains unsaid).

Jean clears her throat, “Now that the remaining participants have arrived, shall we go in? There’s much to talk about.” She states with a practiced smile and gesture of her hand. You return her smile, jutting out your hand to the man next to you.

“I’m unfamiliar with the Favonius Headquarters. Would you care to escort me in, Lord Ragnvindr?”

He stares at you with an aloof expression, almost hesitant.

“. . . very well.”

The meeting was boring.

Boring.

Boring!

You sat far from him, settled between an elderly Snezhnayan businessman and a credible trade merchant. You were beginning to think the Acting Grandmaster purposefully planned the seats to bore you to death, with your only source of entertainment being the occasional comment from his voice.

And of course, making things difficult for him.

“The export of Dandelion wine is to arrive in Snezhnaya’s first port, where it will undergo checking before allocation to the taverns that signed the contract.”

“How can we ensure that the quality is maintained if the initial checking is done when the exports are already outside of Mond, Lord Ragnvindr?”

Had he not been trained to deal with annoyances and petty questions, he would have groaned into his hand for the umpteenth time at the sound of your voice. He tries to mask his irritation, “If you read the third page of the proposal, you would see that the Dawn Winery handles multiple quality checks before release. Anything that happens to the quality outside of Mond is beyond our responsibility.”

You let out a light laugh, hand over your mouth, “Of course, of course, I’ll go read it right now.”

You didn't, though. Deciding that pestering him with questions was much more fun, despite the wary looks of Jean Gunnhildr and the amused expression Lisa Minci hid.

When he started getting tired of your antics, he opted to casually point out your inconvenient questions with simple replies.

“–how will we divide the receipts when unconcerned merchants are involved in the trading process, Lord Ragnv–”“Check page six, section G, Lady Harbinger.”

Your title seethes in his voice. A tone that says I’m-done-with-your-dumb-questions. This was the other thing you both concluded within the boring meeting of one sided conversations.

He hates it when you call him Lord Ragnvindr.

Likewise, you hate it when your name isn’t on his tongue. He knows this very well, and he uses it to his advantage.

“Will there be anything else, Lady Harbinger?” He tries to hide the sly smirk on his face when he sees you narrow your eyes at him, jaw clenched.

“No. . . I have no other questions.” You grit through your teeth.

Despite the rather unpretentious official meeting, a storm whirled inside Diluc’s brain. It’s not that he had much to lose if his identity is revealed, but it would mean losing an advantage. His anonymity allowed him to do things in the dark, playing two faces had its benefits – one he had no plans of losing any time soon over some Harbinger’s petty reasons.

"Lord Ragnvindr, I must say, your galas live up to their title of Mondstadt’s most exquisite.” Your voice chirps from behind him. He sighs, turning away from Elzer who excuses himself to leave.

With the flock of envoys and merchants who came for Mondstadt’s general assembly, Diluc felt it was wise to release the new line of whiskey and wine in a grand gala. Invites were sent to the visiting foreigners and the local powerhouses. Naturally, you found yourself with a letter as well.

A pretty, black letter, stamped with the Ragnvindr clan’s coat of arms in a dark crimson wax. It smelled of musk and grapes.

“Lady Harbinger, how nice of you to join in the festivities. Although, if by any chance your long journey has tired you, I suggest you rest early in the Grand Goth Hotel.” He says in what might seem to be polite concern, but you knew better that he’s only trying to get you to leave.

“I’m touched by your worries, but I’m not tired at all. In fact–” You take a step closer, eyeing the wine glass between his fingers, “I’m rather excited tonight. It’s not everyday I get the chance to talk to the Lord Ragnvindr of the Dawn Win-”

“Diluc.” He growls, taking a step back, “It’s Master Diluc. I would appreciate it if you avoid calling me Lord Ragnvindr.”

It was his Father’s title and no amount of status or influence made him feel like taking the name away from the patriarch.

Your eyes sparkle at the opportunity. Of course, Diluc. You turned the name over and over again on your tongue, it felt electrical, it felt like a step closer.

“Diluc.” You say carefully, and he ignores the way you deliberately left out the formalities, “So long as you call me (Name), then I will do so.”

He frowns.

First name basis with the Fatui?

Not just a Fatui, but the 12th Fatui Harbinger.

Had this been four years ago, Diluc wouldn't have hesitated to add another number in his kill list — but he's smarter now, more careful and calculating of the risks — and right now, you knew his identity. Right now, you seem to want something from him— and he only needs to find out.

He didn't care if you'd announce his alias to the rest of Mond, of course. Hell, you could wave it on a banner for all he cares because what Mondstadter would believe that their most influential tycoon was running around in a mask fighting ‘bad guys’? (He borrowed the term from Klee. If it were up to Diluc, he’d simply refers to them as bastards.)

“(Name).” He tests the word on his mouth and it drowns out the crowd's noise around you. It's a privilege to call a Harbinger by name, whether it's their alias or their real name, “What is it that you want?” He all but scowls, feeling done with the game of pretend.

The ends of your lips twitch into a smile. He’s just as cute when he’s angry, if not even more entertaining. You tiptoe, leaning into his ear to whisper—

"You. . . wouldn't want anyone to know about your alias now, would you? Honorable,"

Your hand rests on his shoulder, "Dark,"

It snakes down his arm, "Knight,"

Reaching his own hand to pinch at the handle of his wine glass, "Hero."

"Get off me." He hisses and you pull away, standing upright again. His glass now held between your own fingers as you take a sip from its contents, curious of what to expect from a wine tycoon's highly refined taste.

The drink was sweet.

Too sweet.

You blink, looking down at the glass.

"This. . . is grape juice."

You look back up at him, "Why are you drinking grape juice?" It's a neutral tone, half by your stunned surprise and the other by your confusion.

"Last I checked, there's nothing strange about drinking grape juice."

"You're the owner of the biggest alcohol industry in Teyvat." You state as a matter of fact.

"And?"

One blink. Two blinks. You stare at the glass again, taking another sip. It's difficult to believe that the literal definition of an alcohol monopoly is holding grape juice.

". . . I suppose it is delicious."

"It's handpicked from the finest winery grapes, that's to be expected." He turns away from you, seemingly frustrated by the conversation. When did things get so out of topic? “–What do you want?" He asks, more politely this time.

"Is there some place we could be alone?"

"For what reason would you want to talk to me alone?”

“Some things are better said in private.” You smile, holding up your wrist. It's the one with the burn marks, flesh still healing from the imprints of his fingers. You could’ve easily gotten it healed, maybe order a hydro gunner or another mage and it’ll be gone in an instant. You refrained. It was a memento from your first meeting, after all.

Whether you convinced him by guilt or by threat, he sighs.

“We can talk in the study salon.”

It isn't unusual for Master Diluc to slip away from the parties he hosts on the pretext of a business meeting. It is, however, a first for the whispering crowds to see him escort a harbinger by the waist to his private study.

You can already picture the rumors that'll spread. Maybe even a tabloid article or two.

‘Mond’s Uncrowned King: a secret rendezvous with a Harbinger?’

What a scandal it would be! Moreso if it ever reached the ears of your fellow Harbingers. Before you could dream of the reactions of Pantalone or Tartaglia, your thoughts are cut off by the heavy wood doors closing.

Something akin to a growl emits from his lips.

"Now what do you want." He crosses his arms, leaning his back on the edge of his desk.

"A night."

"What?"

"Spend a night with me."

He's silent. You chuckle to match his deadly gaze, holding your hands up in defense.

"Not in the way you're thinking, although, I wouldn't particularly min–"

"Spit it out."

“I’m simply asking for a date, I don't think that's too much to ask in exchange for keeping your identity?”

He eyes you suspiciously. Thinking over your words. You're both too cunning to resort to such simple measures. Everything must have meaning— but that's the thing about knowing Diluc Ragnvindr. He stirs up the desire of something so bleak such as his presence, you'd give up your trump cards for him.

“. . . I have better things to do with my time.”

“Like protecting civilians?” You sing, “Picking grapes? Ruining my coworkers’ plans? Not that I mind, of course, it only elevates my own status—”

He scowls, “You've been wasting my time. Since the meeting, and on this night as well.”

“Yet you play along with my whims!” You accuse, stepping closer to him as he stands upright, “You can't resist what I bring to the table because it's interesting– I would understand. I sincerely do! In a world so boring like this–”

“What in Teyvat are you talking about?”

"—Drama.” You answer, a smile on your face, a sparkle in your eyes when they catch his own ruby ones, “You love it, don't you? Why else would you parade around in a mask, looking for a fig–"

"I don't."

"But you do! You have every chance to live a peaceful life, to be ignorant and sit on your throne of privilege–"

"Shut up."

"—yet you'd rather care for every single problem that falls in your hands. Honestly, it's like your knights are inefficie—"

You feel yourself get slammed to the wall, body reacting to the force and reflecting as you bounce bacck, only to be pushed back and pinned by large hands over your shoulders.

It's awfully nostalgic.

A replay of the scared cicin mage and the intimidating darknight hero.

Polished wood scratches itself on your back, you feel a bump on the back of your head. There’s nothing gentle about the way he manhandles you to stay still.

"Why are you here?" Diluc demands, lips turning to a scowl. You quickly answer, not of fear, but there's something exciting bubbling in your stomach.

"For diplomatic–"

"No. Why are you here? Why me? Did the Fatui decide to take back a persona non grata declaration to enact justice? Did you follow a trail to suspect me of destroying Fatui plans?" He hisses but the only thing you can think about is the fact that his face is oh-so-close to yours, that if you could lean down, you'd relish in a warmth from his lips that's as familiar as the warmth from his hands on your shoulders.

The mark on your wrist feels like it's being burnt all over again.

He's not even using his vision but you’re burning under his stare.

"Why you?" You repeat slowly, "You. . . because you're interesting. I told you.”

His eyes narrow as you continue.

"Not everyone is as privileged as you, you know." You whisper. He doesn't reply and you take the risk to continue.

"If I had the option to live—" Your eyes scan his red ones. If he stared hard enough, he'd see the somber look in yours, “—peacefully. Then I would. I'd take that option over this life at every chance."

You’re unsure if he’s satisfied by the answer. Hell, you’re unsure if he understood you at all, but the loosening grip on your shoulders proves to you one thing: that the darknight hero is more sympathetic than he looks.

He doesn’t reply as he stands back, allowing your body to slip down from his grip. He turns away from you, broad shoulders coated by candlelight.

“A night, was it?” He repeats your request, “How long will you be staying in Mond?”

You compose yourself, hiding the way your nerves felt like fireworks as he walks away from you, “As long as I want. Till the end of the year, perhaps. There’s nothing I need to immediately concern myself with anyway.”

At least, nothing your agents can’t handle to do for you.

“Fine. I’ll fit a night in my schedule.” He says, rummaging through a drawer. Items clack around hardwood and you wonder what he’s searching for.

“Are you asking me out to dinner?” You inquire, walking closer to peek.

“I’m merely taking advantage of the situation. As are you, I believe.” He says, mumbling a small aha as he finds the item.

He holds it out in front of you. You reach up, hands open as he places it down.

It’s a wrap of bandages.

“There’s some ointment here somewhere as well. I’ll give it to you once I find it.” He mutters, looking away as you stare at him, his ruby red eyes prettier than any gemstone you’ve ever owned.

Diluc Ragnvindr is an enigma.

You chased after him because he interested you, a fire to your black and white.

Yet, as he places a bundle of bandages on your hands for the burn marks he caused (the same burn marks you refused for anyone to heal), your heart beats a little faster, a little louder than usual, and it’s not from the excitement or danger you usually felt when dealing with interesting things.

“Well? Aren’t you going to wrap it?” He looks at you expectantly, almost nonchalant. Kindness in this manner is strange. It’s unintentional, but it’s the most genuine thing you’ve felt.

You nod, taking the bandages to wrap them around your wound.

This is not a love story. It’s about villains and heroes, using the other to win.

But by the next time he sees you, you’re waiting by the corner of a hotel. He calls out your name. You call out his, waving as you approach with bracelets jingling on your wrist. There is no burn scar.

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note !! an unaccepted commission. I've since revised it and I think it's better to share it with everyone now instead. I would have written it as a darker fic but the request included angst so... here we are! do tell me what you think in the comments!

character talk // some things I'd like to point out! first is reader's personality. have you noticed the subtle obsession with entertainment? I figured the best kind of villain that would contrast Diluc's personality would be someone who sought fun for the heck of it, as if scared of being bored. I pretty much shaped MC's personality on an "obsession for the thrill"

and of course, there's the burn mark. in a way, it's a little symbolic by the end. MC is a villain who wants drama but the ending portrays a more domestic, "normalcy". I did this to hint at a somewhat "healing" stage? I don't think diluc could ever love a true villain, but maybe if said villain gets a character development arc then he could love them. the burn mark heals when previously, MC had an odd adoration for it (the same way people cling to self-sabotaging habits.)

next up! to avoid rushing the plot since diluc would never be so intimately involved with the fatui, much less a harbinger, so some measures had to be added. This is where MC's personality comes in! MC likes entertainment and that's a very easy mindset to understand. Diluc can easily use MC (and vice versa, as mentioned in the story) as long as he uses the concept of thrills. He's smarter now, more cunning, so he wouldn't mind getting closer to a harbinger who's already so-willing to put down their walls for the heck of him.

there's still some loopholes in the plot, but it's just fun to make these little explanations in the end. tell me how you feel about it?

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