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My small Harbinger series!

the knave

🚗 fatui roadtrip 🚗

here's the ref hahaha

Sweet boy

Gangster twins 💥

some recent sketches i’ve done of the fontaine family!! they are very close to my heart

first meeting

ah yes a new trio for me to get obsessed over

Wanderer & Scaramouche 🩵

its still so fucking funny how wanderer went from a feared fatui harbinger who almost became a god to a college student

Dottore Headcanons

im back from the dead with head cannons for dottore even though i havent played genshin in months,, he is my current special interest so this might be a bit indulgent

note: these will be with and without an s/o ,, mostly sfw (brief mention of sex)

he has his own little wing of the fatui base (so his experiments don’t affect the other fatui or the surrounding ground

he has a few operating rooms but one big main one (he mostly uses the other ones to hold stuff like body parts or plants/ bacteria) the main room has a small office attached to it where he hold all his files and documents on his experiments, he uses the bigger one as his main base of operations) 

He is one of the most respected and feared harbingers (mostly cuz he’s more well known to the public than some of other members)

He can basically never die cuz he can create infinite clones ( but he’s still working on memory transfer) 

Original dottore is older than his clones (he’s around mid 40’s) 

He prefers to experiment on people rather than animals 

he, like the other harbingers, has a living quarters in the Tsaritsa base but he prefers to just sleep in his office 

Chronically sleep deprived (that’s how he stays so erratic) 

Has tried all the drugs 

Has even tested some harmful experiments on himself( mostly before he made clones,, has caused permanent damage to his body and blood) 

had a pet bunny when he was a child but accidentally killed it

With an s/o

his giving love language is acts of service and his receiving language is physical touch 

he is secretly very clingy

you were most likely one of his subjects but he liked you so much he decide to give you special treatment and manipulated you into staying with him

his concept of love is a bit messed up, he leans more toward obsession

he likes pet names like pet, love, dear, my sweet, and little one

he tends to have a short temper but instead of getting angry he makes threats to harm others (people you care about) or lock you in a room

he's toxic

but its okay cuz hes hot (/hj)

he likes to get you involved in his experiments and to have your input on things

he trusts you a lot (because he's convinced you that you need him to live)

the other fatui kind of know about you but don't rly care or give you any special treatment

pretty much every time ya'll have sex its in his lab or office

he likes when you wear collars or chokers

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thx for reading <3

still don't know how to use this app btw

anyways.. here's a wip of my beloved scara <3

idk what i'm doing

HAPPY NEW YEARS GUYSSS

This my first art of the year

Feeling great

Uhh also I think I kinda burned my eyes looking at this hehhh

Lesbians win

WOULD IT STILL FIT

— ɢᴏᴅꜰᴀʟʟ

✧ notes ; The Tsaritsa, Childe / Foul Legacy, Zhongli, Ei, Venti | Fatui / Villain AU ✧ warnings ; blood, physical violence, eye trauma [ implied ] ✧ taglist ; @ognenniyvolk​

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did anyone ask for fatui found family hc’s?? no???? too bad anyway here’s my 300 page doc on why the harbingers + the tsaritsa are the ultimate villain found family trope and in this essay i will—

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Duty

Desc: Villain!AU for SAGAU - Darling is hunted down by the Archons of Teyvat, but recruits the Fatui harbingers in their quest to bring the Archons back down. In this they are the Creator - the Archons just kinda assumed and were wrong.

There is death in here and Darling's kinda apathetic towards the idea of murder.

“Your Grace, preparations have been completed.” Scaramouche stood at the Creator’s side, intently studying the paper a Fatui subordinate had just passed to him. “In no time at all, we should be ready to depart Snezhnaya. I suspect we will land in Fontaine first - the Fatui have been most well received there.”

“Thank you, Scaramouche.” The Creator turned to look at him. “It has always been a pleasure working with you, but you’ve far exceeded any of my expectations lately.”

Scaramouche’s face pinkened slightly - the closest his puppet body could get to a blush.

“Your Grace, it is simply our duty as Teyvat’s Creations to serve you. There is no need to humble yourself down to our level.”

The Creator simply laughed, pulling Scaramouche closer. There was no convincing any of the Fatui, let alone their Harbingers, of their human nature despite their title, they had learned that long ago.

“I believe you have done well. Shall we meet up with the other Harbingers? There is a meeting happening today that I was told of…”

“There is. Would you like me to lead you there?” Scaramouche ended up leading them to a brightly lit room with a long table stretching down - enough chairs to accommodate 12 people in total, with a single throne sitting at the head of the table.

The Tsaritsa was absent from the throne, and instead the other 10 Harbingers sat in the chairs surrounding the table.

“I came to check on the progress - are we ready to move out?”

“Absolutely, your Grace. The Tsaritsa may have failed you, but the Fatui will not.” Signora was the first to stand, brushing her lips against the Creator’s outstretched hand.

The Tsaritsa had been the first of the Seven to go. The Fatui had recognized their Creator - the one they were meant to serve with their lives, and yet she had not.

That was rectified quickly. The Tsarita’s gnosis now was only but a pile of ash in a long forgotten spot in the mountains.

And soon, would the other 6 follow. The Fatui Harbingers had advised - though never assumed to make decisions - the Creator to follow suit with the other 6, and replace them with more qualified people.

Fontaine was second - the Archon of Justice stood at the gates of the luminous city, glowing with the machinery used to keep it afloat. Their claymore was raised in defense, as they eyed the Fatui battlements ready to attack.

“You will not take another step!” They cried. “I will not allow any of those who mock the Creator into this city!”

The Fatui bristled at this - the nerve! - and stepped forward, ready to command their ships and troops to attack, but the Creator held up a hand.

“I will do this myself.”

They stepped forward, holding a hand out.

The Hydro Archon tensed, but when the Creator ceased to take another step, let their guard down in their confusion.

Such a shame that they were so well versed in the art of law only - less fighting experience than those of the war gods.

Within the blink of an eye, the Creator lept forwards, mimicking what Signora had done so long ago to steal the Anemo Archon’s gnosis.

And with a single hit, the Hydro Archon ceased to move.

Their body crumpled, their eyes were wide in shock, and they fell to the ground, gasping for air.

Signora stepped forward at the sign of the Creator, burning their body to ash.

The gnosis flared, before the light in it dimmed, and it too, like it’s owner, softly fell apart out of the Creator’s hand, only dust by the time it hit the ground.

The Pyro and the Dendro archons fell to the Fatui in a matter of moments as well - the Dendro Archon was simply a puppet to the corrupted nobility festering in Sumeru, and although the Pyro Archon was famed for their skill and prowess in battle, they too were no match for the Creator, who simply took their gnosis, before leaving their body to fade in the wind without much trouble.

The final 3 nations, however… they were different.

A lifetime ago, the Creator remembered playing through those nations, eagerly waiting for the next update. They remembered spending days, weeks, months, and finally years with the citizens of those nations, learning their stories and befriending them.

The Tsaritsa had already held Inazuma, Liyue, and Mondstadt’s gnosis’. And so, the Creator would make a show out of this.

A pulse of energy through the Shogun’s Divine Statue alerted Ei to the new presence.

The Creator? Finally come to see the nation’s efforts in appeasing their glory, she supposed.

Morax and Barbatos had undoubtedly felt the energy as well - they were all the most prepared and devout of the 7 nations for their Creator’s arrival. They were the nations who were most devoted, ready to slay any of those who would dare tarnish the Creator’s name.

The 3 Archons stood in front of the statue, their people slowly gathering in front of them, wondering what was happening that warranted the attention of the 3 archons.

The Creator watched this happen, lips curling into a smile. So it seems that none of their nations had received word of the downfall of the other 4. This would make it more interesting, they supposed.

Stepping from the sky on Divine Light that held their presence, they descended onto the platform the 3 archons stood on. The archons all knelt, overwhelmed by the presence of their Creator. None dared to look up - including the citizens who had gathered to witness this judgement unknowingly - so none saw the appearance of the 11 Fatui Harbingers at the edge of the crowd, waiting for an order.

“Your…Grace?” Ei asked hesitantly, raising her head just the slightest.

The Creator had prepared for this, changing their appearance so that it was so bright none could look at it directly. They would not associate them with the ‘imposter’ they had chased across their nations, thirsty for bloodshed.

“I have returned to Teyvat, prepared to judge those unworthy.”

“Unworthy…?” Morax’s eyes narrowed as he considered what the word could mean in this context. “Is this about the imposter who landed in our nations a few cycles of the sun ago?”

Morax was right, although perhaps not quite in the way he imagined. What a pity he’d hit it straight on.

“You are correct in that assumption.” The Creator barely managed to keep their disgust out of their voice, but something seemed to have given it away.

“Have we failed you?”

“You have.” There was no softening the blow that struck them, as they flinched.

“What must we do to repent? Shall we find the imposter and finish them off?”

The Creator’s lips curled in disgust. It seems that they were still blind to the transgressions they had committed. What a shame. This was the final proof that the Archons of this time were not fit to rule over their respective nations.

“You assume too much.” “What-?”

“The Archons are blind. They are not fit to hold the titles of respect that they do.”

The crowd murmured, already turning accusing and betrayed looks towards their Archons. Good. Perhaps you wouldn’t have to execute all of Teyvat in order to right the wrongs committed against you.

“You say you wish to execute the ‘imposter’? How presumptuous of you. How… blind. How you do not see the so-called imposter in front of you bewilders me.”

The Archons finally look up, directly at your burning being as you let the light fade away.

“Hunting The Creator down throughout the nations, attempting to execute them… how shall I punish you for this?”

The Archons knew they had committed a sin worse than any other. Barbatos was the first to flee, already proving himself a coward.

As he tried to run, a frozen blast of ice struck him from the sky, pinning him to the ground as bystanders fled from the rapidly growing patch of ice.

“What a disgusting sight.” Signora stepped forwards, alarming the crowd as they realized her to be the Fair Lady Harbinger. “Good riddance to a rodent infestation, I say.”

As the rest of the Harbingers closed in, the panic turned to desperation, turning towards their Creator. Surely they wouldn’t allow them to die - they were innocent!

The Creator merely scoffed, and held out Barbatos’s gnosis for all to see. As they held out their hand, they exhaled lightly, and the gnosis trembled, before falling to ash like so many others had done.

And Barbatos, writhing on the floor, exhaled along as the last piece of his gnosis faded into dust, before going still, eyes blank.

Ei and Morax both turned towards the Harbingers, horrified.

“Your Grace, how could you allow this?” Morax was the first to question.

“I am only doing as duty tells me to. Once the infestation of Archons is exterminated, new ones will rise in time. And they will be far better rulers than you ever were.”

The Creator turned away, and both Morax and Ei prepared themselves for a fight they knew they could not win.

As the Harbingers closed in, the crowd, overwhelmed with fear, shoved their own Archons forward, ready to sacrifice even their own rulers to preserve their own lives.

“Disgusting. However, they aren’t even worth the attention it’d take to kill them, so I’ll allow them to live. For now.” The Creator scoffed.

The Harbingers, fueled with bloodlust, lept forwards, and from the screams in the crowd, they knew that the Archons were gone.

Their duty was done - they had balanced Teyvat back out again. Neither light nor dark should prevail - and neither should take things into their own hands in the name of their God.

So, they left. There was nothing left.

In time, the world would right itself again. New archons would rise and fall - under the purview of Celestia. But for now, they were content to see the people of Teyvat scramble, desperate to look for an Archon to serve or to redeem themselves in the eyes of their God.

The Creator knew what they did not. They were such lesser beings that The Creator no longer cared enough about them to punish them - they were less than the ants crawling on the walls.

And so, the world would go on.

And the Creator would view it all with an indifferent gaze.

That was their duty.

MAN there's been a critical lack of sagau tsaritsa content lately. downsides of being into characters we know next to nothing about i guess but i miss when we got new tsaritsa content kinda often 😭

Allow me dear anon hehe also tagging @lovesickeros because never met anybody who loves the tsaritsa as much as he does <3

Snezhnaya is not a warm nation. 

It is not, after all, known as the land of everwinter for no reason; snowstorms rage all year round, the frost chills the bones of even the fattest, most furred bear and what flowers bloom have long since adapted to the frozen grass and icy lakes. 

Snezhnaya is not a warm nation, for its Archon is none other than the Tsaritsa whose domain spans across the frost, the snow, and the biting chill of winter. 

Snezhnaya is not a warm nation but lately, it's been close.

Some would argue it's because of their God's presence within the cold walls of Zapolyarny Palace. Their very presence in Snezhnaya was due to their beloved Tsaritsa's cleverness; where the rest of the nations so foolishly rejected their God's presence and dared call them "face-thief", Snezhnaya opened its borders for them for they and their Tsaritsa knew the truth.

The Harbingers were of this opinion as well, though they never said a word to either their Grace or the Tsaritsa. It needed not to be said, anyways.

Not when they spent so much time together, practically joined at the hip:

"You should come sleep," you hum quietly in the silence of her private office, yours arms around her neck and your chin on her hair. "You've been working too much, love."

The Tsaritsa sighs, an action she does only with you. So many moves, so many gestures and emotions she only shows to you, and you cherish each one of them as much as you cherish her.

"Those fools refuse to leave you alone," she says, her tone just a tint hard. Her hands clench one of the many, many letters on her desk, filled with apologies and promises meant for you. "Shameful behaviour."

"I know, darling, I know," you take the letters from her to set aside, then claps your hands with hers. "We can deal with them in the morning, but for now let's go sleep."

She lets you lead her easily— she doesn't think there will ever come a day in which you'll lead her astray, a day in which she won't let you lead her.

She loves you; every motion and every thought, every little breath and laugh from you is like a balm to her soul. It shouldn't be surprising considering who you are to her, and yet—

Yet she finds her breath stolen all the same by you, when you so lovingly hold her without caring about how cold her body is. When you look at her with such love, such fondness and trust, she finds that she, too, is capable of being loved.

— ᴛᴏ ᴀꜱʜᴇꜱ, ᴡᴇ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ

✧ notes ; The Tsaritsa, Childe / Foul Legacy, Zhongli, Ei, Venti | Imposter AU ✧ warnings ; blood, graphic injury, electrocution

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Second part of that one fatui/tsaritsa ask as promised you touch starved heathens <3

"Don't even try, ankle-biter," Foul Legacy's pearl eye bore straight into Scaramouche's, yet the latter only scoffed in disdain without blinking.

"Do you think you scare me?" Scaramouche scoffed, and there was electro already crackling between his fingers— and he would've happily attacked Childe had it not been for Signora slapping both their hands as she walked by.

"You are both childish," she rolled her eyes, smirking. "Besides, both of you have technically already lost whatever this was."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Chuckling, Signora opened the door that led to your empty bedroom. "Their grace stayed with the Tsaritsa last night, and they're still with her."

And true to her words, when the three did get enough courage to dare bother the Tsaritsa in her privacy, it was to see you asleep with your head upon her lap, covered with thick, soft furs and her hand carding through your hair as she worked in a comfortable silence only broken by your deep breaths.

Of course they left; lately your sleep had been a bit interrupted with unpleasant memories and dreams, and so they treasured any chance you got to sleep so soundly.

(And of course, none of them were stupid enough to bother you in any way with the Tsaritsa around).

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"Your grace!" Childe beamed as he saw you, quickly taking his Foul Legacy form before you could even greet him. He had been away on a mission, and while you certainly liked spending time with all of the Harbingers and the Fatui in the Palace, Childe and Foul Legacy were special to you.

"Hello, Childe! I take it your mission was successful? Where was it, anyways? The Tsaritsa wouldn't tell me," you frowned, but you weren't genuinely upset; they all had a right to keeping things private, and you were not going to force them to tell you everything.

"Hmm, it was! I just had some debt collecting and pest control to do," he replied, growling slightly when he said 'pest control'. So it was that type of mission, you thought with a hidden wince. "But I'm back now and—"

Quickly yet still gentle as ever, Childe picked you up on his hands. His voice turned exaggerated and playful. "— and I'm not letting you go until I get my head scratches! I've been gone for so long, I bet that ankle biter has gotten all your love and affection and not me!" He stuck his tongue out through the mask, in a new, recent move between the two of you that just randomly happened.

You laughed aloud, unaware that your contagious joy was heard and seen by some of the Palace maids. "Aww, you're jealous, aren't you? You really are the brat Scaramouche says you are!" And yet, you were all too happy to start petting his head and hair, enjoying the rumbling purrs you got in response— this, too, was something special between the two of you.

"Wait, Scaramouche calls me what!?"

You two remained unaware of the maids who exchanged beaming grins with each other; like so many of the others in the Palace and the Fatui ranks, they had been suspicious of whether or not you truly were their God— surely the other nations wouldn't be so stupid?— but over the period that you've been here and the way the Harbingers and even the Tsaritsa herself treated you reassured everyone that it truly was you.

(And even weeks later, two maids would giggle about the night they caught you and Lord Harbingers Tartaglia trying— and failing— to sneak into the kitchens because of how you two kept snickering whenever Lord Tartaglia's starry cape got caught on the door handles).

And that aside, during times the maids and Fatui agents interacted with you, none of them were blind to that almost warm, golden aura you had— it made them want to just. . . hug you and keep you safe and happy, if only to be close to that divine, comforting warmth of yours.

And so there was no denying that you were their God, and thus, all of Snezhnaya would happily welcome you to the land you've created for them.

Brainrot over Foul Legacy being an oversized cat around Darling Reader after he gets us to the Tsaritsa. She simply cannot pry him from us since, him being the only person (er… abyssal creature) that didn’t throw stones and insults at us, is the only source of comfort for their god. She might try to get him to leave but it seems that reader is much more calm with him around, after all, they were being chased by humans and FL doesn’t look all that human, right? So he keeps his privileges as your bodyguard and comfort moth/abyss monster. You two are basically glued together after what happened in liyue so:

Cue shenanigans:

Imagine throwing a yarn ball at him, he gets the string tangled all over his face, claws and horns, maybe it was intentional, maybe it was not, bu he loves the sound of your laugh; so hearty and joyful compared to before.

I’m FIXATED on his fluffy neck, that stuff is probably more comfortable than any pillow in al the nations, you can’t change my mind. You can probably crash onto his neck and pass out in minutes, he would be purring like no tomorrow. When the tsaritsa comes to investigate the sound he is so smug- (if tsaritsa is jelly she HAS to let it slide because no mothman= sad god, and she loves u so much)

When you pester them enough, aka. Just give them puppy eyes, they might let you have a short stroll tru the snow (look, i have NEVER seen snow im goin off on what movies show) with both of them accompanying you on the chilly path, childe basically goes ‘murp!’ When you throw a snowball at him. Have fun trying to land another one, he keeps zooming around like a cat. Tsaritsa might ACTUALLY LAUGH (just a little, just for you).

Would, without a doubt, catch you the single biggest fish you have seen in your godamm life. Pls pet him, he looks so proud, how can you not.(you heartless monster)

PURRS! He purrs so much around you, after he noticed you liked it, he kept doing it because he thinks it makes you feel safe and have a spacial orientation of WHERE he is in the room. (He can be deadly silent when he needs but doesn’t want to spook u) It also serves for the Tsaritsa because if she hears purring she instantly knows you are with Tartaglia and you are safe. (She also has had some problems with him going missing and coming back weeks later so its a plus to know where he is 24/7)

Bleps. Thats it, he sometimes pokes his tongue from the front of his mask to make you laugh and receive headpats.

Not you both tip toeing to the kitchen in the middle of the night for a cup of tea. In theory, it could work, childe himself can be silent as a grave. But he is in his FL form, you know, the one with a stardust cape, some bright af protrusions from his back, that pearl eye that practically glows in the dark- you only make it to the first corridor before you have to scamper back to your room or fear being snitched by another harbinger-

Would he sleep on that island the Tsaritsa calls a bed? Yes. Yes he would. If you are comfortable with him being glued to your side prepare for cuddles, just mind the sharp edges, but you can hide on his fluff. If you prefer him to mind the space he can take the lower part of the bed, dw its big enough. And yes, he keeps purring.

Gets frighteningly in-tone with your emotions and body language; should you tense up at sudden movements or people he will hiss and growl until they take the hint or he can take you away from the situation. (He can only do that to everyone BUT the Tsaritsa, he cannot lose his privileges) Actually, in lieu of this, he can be in the other side of the palace for whatever reason and still sense your mood.

Scaramouche having a staring competition with Childe to see who gets to hang out with you one day. Both don’t need/can’t blink so its a long time until they realize that and until they do you have been spending time with Tsaritsa, happily cuddling in a sea of furs while she reads over some documents.

Will probably plop you into his lap/shoulder/hands at some point and not let you go, demanding head scratching as ransom.

Everyone in the palace has seen it yet cannot believe how did you manage to tame the beast that is the 11th Harbinger Tartaglia. If there were any doubts amongst the newer recruits or higher ranked officials, it is dissipated by now, for surely you MUST be someone special to have this effect in the Tsaritsa and her best soldiers. Such beliefs are set into stone after some poor soul comes across you when Childe was away in some mission and they got to actually see you in person.

There is no mistake, for your being itself carries the golden aura of divinity and the might of the stars in the tips of your fingers.

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Whew, that was a lot XD

Anyways, I suddenly fell in love with the concept of the Tsaritsa being a single mom of the miss match family that is the Fatui and Childe being the troublemaker son with FL being an oversized cat.

Anyways! Love your content! Keep the hard work and thanks for everything! <3

I read this over three times literally starry eyed of how in love i was so here take this 🧍🏻‍♀️ also I'll be adding another part because I can't do it all in one jffhkdnd

If anyone were to pass by your wing in the Zapolyarny Palace, they would've been met with the sound of such a joyful and bright laughter it would've made them smile as well, as though the joy was contagious.

The source of the laughter was you— and the cause of it was Childe in his Foul Legacy form, grumbling as he attempted to pry the colorful strings of yarn away from clawed hands, arms, face, and horns. He only managed to wrap more around himself, making your laugh even louder, to the point where by now you were wheezing and struggling to breathe.

"This isn't funny!" Childe sputtered in that distorted voice, yet anybody could've easily noted that he didn't even sound bothered. "Have mercy on me, your grace! How will I even protect you like this!?"

"Alright, alright, you big baby," you snickered into your hands, gesturing for him to come close. Without even a second's worth of hesitation did you plop yourself down on his lap— it was easier for you to sit that way rather than try to reach Childe in this form any other way. Besides, from the way he immediately began those purrs of his you were sure that he liked it this way, too.

With a scissor, you snipped away at the strings until Childe could finally be freed from his dramatic imprisonment. That done, he laid his big head on your shoulder and began to purr deep from his chest in a way you've become happily familiar with.

"Waitttt," you drawled off, pushing at his chest until he took his head off your shoulder— more specifically, removed the treacherously soft fluff around his neck away from your face. "You know how that thing makes me want to nap all day but—"

"If you want to nap you should nap, your grace. I will protect as I have always done—"

"But I want to go outside today!" You insisted, eyes already turning back to the giant windows of your room. The skies were clear now, as opposed to last night's snowstorm that left the world draped in blanket bright white snow.

Childe whined, shaking his head. "But isn't today too cold? Tomorrow would be a better choice, no?"

"Pulcinella said it'll rain tomorrow," you replied, moving away from him to don a warm, thick cloak that had been draped over a chair. If it happened to be the Tsaritsa's own cloak from when she visited you earlier, well you were sure she wouldn't mind. "I'll even ask the Tsaritsa herself—"

"Ask me what, your excellency?" And there she is! You made your way over to her side without any of your previous fear, a knowledge that had her (and Childe) secretly very smug and happy.

"Let's go out to the gardens, pretty please, Дорогая?" You gave her what you thought was your best puppy eyes, hands clasped with hers. "I've been cooped up for too long what with that snowstorm and Childe being away on a mission. . ."

The Tsaritsa frowned. "Had I known sooner that you felt most comfortable with him I wouldn't have sent him away; I'm sorry, your excellency. But for your request. . ." Your were sure she was going to refuse you, yet her words died down when she realized you were wearing her own cloak.

"Very well," she sighed, though her hand moved to cup your jaw gently. "But please dress warmer, alright?"

"Of course!"

The gardens were closed off to the public, thus you, her, and Childe had more than enough privacy and area for you to be happily moving and going around. At one point, however, you gently led the Tsaritsa away and Childe busied himself to give you two privacy.

"This is an embarrassing request," you began, though there was a bright, mischievous grin on your face. "But can you make a, uh, a snow fort for me?"

"A snow fort?" She furrowed her brows, but still did as you asked— and her confusion melted away when you thanked her with a beaming smile.

"Childe?~" you sang, a snowball prepared in your hand. When he excitedly showed up, you threw it straight at his masked face with no regrets.

The sound he made had you howling with laughter and even the Tsaritsa chuckling behind her hand, even when Childe expertly dodges all the next snowballs you throw at him.

──・──・・ ♡ ・・──・──

"I didn't realize I was to be target practice for today, you grace," Childe was teasing you, you in his arms per the Tsaritsa's orders after you spent more than half the day fooling around in the snow.

"Shush," you chuckled, though your eyes were already growing heavy— really, it was criminal how soft and warm the fluff around Childe's neck was, and how safe you felt with him and the Tsaritsa. . .

Childe floated through the Palace halls to reach your wing, and just when he was a turn away from it did two agents crash past him. They were already loud, and most definitely didn't lower their voices when they caught sight of Childe's Foul Legacy form.

Childe himself wasn't bothered, but he was not blind to how their voices and ruckus made your features twist, rest disturbed— and he could not have that.

He growled, hold protective on you as that peal eye of his stared straight at the two cowering agent. "Silence! Leave, or else I'll make a wonderful example out of your hides,"

The two scrambled away fast, but this time they made sure not to cause the same ruckus as before— good, otherwise not only would've they been answering Childe, but the Tsaritsa herself.

Soon enough he had reached your room; divesting you of your boots and cloak, he joined you on the bed and tucked you close once more to his neck— a position that has by now became familiar to both you and him.

Childe can't help but begin to purr, deep and soothing, and pull you into his arms without hurting you with the sharp edges of armour. He let sleep pull him into slumber, confident in his abilities to protect should anything happen.

That was how the Tsaritsa found the both of you later, with Childe's happy purring almost making the bed trembling and you soundly asleep.

At least she won't have to worry about you being unprotected or unhappy (and she could now easily tell if Childe was with you, quite the bonus).

Spring Snow

I’m dying inside, it’s so frigging cold since October ended and it’s windy as hell outside these days (there was a blizzard last week, which wasn’t fun at all lmao). I just wanna curl up in my bed and sleep all day, and my jaws hurt from having it forced to be pried open to hell and back during the dentist appointment today.

This is just good old regular SAGAU brainrot, no Villain!AU (for now) this time since I think it’s being provided by plenty… but I also need to take a break from writing Veil of Starlight (like, how the fuck do I write out dead, barely written out characters that have barely a crumb of anything about them except the fact they look pretty? *noises of suffering*. I signed myself up for hell with that though, so I must deal with it).

[Had this as a draft for months now, but the changes are made in it… heavily inspired by these lovely hoomans who honestly helped me get my shit together with this and provide some decent content (that I’d say I’m absolute dog shit at providing 100% of the time and will never be confident with what’s published ahaha): @nicebonescomrade, @lovelornobsessions, @azempyrea, @myuni-moon, @chocoenvy, and some other people whose blogs I cannot seem to find in the mess that are Tags asdfajaksdja.]

Anyways, have some Fatui/Snezhnaya finds God!Reader first, and it’s really just a messy set of scenarios. It’s short, because I cannot think of a proper ending for this right now… it’s something that’s in my head that I cannot complete, so you guys can just use this as a food for thought or whatever.

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taps fingers so that sagau huh 👀 i like the sub troupe where people think reader is an imposter and try to exterminate them for their blasphemy but what about one where reader runs into like the harbingers or the abyss prince/princess while injured and are recognised as the god they are so that by the time the rest realise what theyve done reader is smitten with where they are. like childe jokes around with them and rough houses gently bc he sees readers eyes light up at being treated normally, the reader loves to curl up on scaramouches lap and bask in being one of the only ones to hear the balladeers singing voice, they find snezhneya to be where they feel safest and are terrified to leave its borders w/o a harbinger or the tsaritsa hersef by their side?

HNGHN YESS I love this au! A few other writers have also made amazing stuff with this idea! I hope you enjoy this!! <3 I ended up writing about the fatui since i wanted to make this somewhat coherent and couldnt tie the abyss into it, but i'd totally love to write abt the abyss too!! (I really enjoyed writing this, miiight write more abt it if i have any ideas)

cw: mention of injury, trauma

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Warm as the ice and snow

Perhaps it was because it was the first act of kindness you'd been blessed with since being forcefully flung into this strange, magical world. Perhaps it was because of the bitter resentment burning in the back of your throat like a vile poison. Whatever it was - it was the first time you'd felt - well, content since arriving in Teyvat.

You still recall the aches jabbing at your body - unsure where you were hurt, since everything ached agonizingly. Every bruise, cut - and especially the searing words echoing within your mind - voiced by ones you used to love.

Darkness.

Hallow, cold, darkness.

A never ending abyss of agony followed by numbness.

Tufts of fur ticking your nose - cool breezes brushing against your skin.

Wet flakes of snow, gracefully gliding down from the skies - only for their brief, yet beautiful life, to come to an end as they landed upon you and spread out into tiny droplets of water.

Strong arms carrying you in them, pressing you against a broad chest tightly - as though you'd fade away if they eased up their stronghold.

The crunching of snow beneath their feet. Anxious huffs of breath next to your face as the pace sped up.

Warm, plush furs underneath your frame - cradling your broken form and enveloping you in their inviting warmth. Pulling you down to sink into the softness below.

A cool, yet gentle touch upon your forehead.

Delicate fingers rolling across your skin, feather-light in their touches as they traced every mark upon your face with a barely-there caress.

"Thank you for bringing them to me."

A forehead pressed against yours - skin much too cold to be human, yet a warmth in the regal, quiet voice that spoke out.

Gradually, your heavy lids let up and allowed your eyes to open. You were greeted by a high ceiling - gratuitous silver embellishments lining the walls - crowned by diamonds that glistened like ice in the sun. Every corner of the room was decorated lavishly in cool silvers and blues - the only warmth oozing from the fire roaring near your bed.

A large bed - furs covering every surface of it and silky, transparent curtains drawn around it - fuzzing up your vision of the surrounding room ever so slightly.

Gently, careful not to irritate your injuries further, you sat up, allowing heavy duvets to slide off your form and crumple in a heap beside the bed.

Where on earth were you?

With a shaky hand, you reached for the airy textile of the curtains.

Your arm was wrapped in bandages - upon further inspection, much of your body was. The dull ache remained - but your wounds ached much less - as though a numbing and cooling agent had been applied upon them.

Before you could even attempt to climb out of the bed - the large, looming doors of the room swung open and a small crowd flowed into the room like rushing spring waters - a quiet murmur hovering around them.

You stared in awe at the people before you.

Childe, his blue gaze focused solely on you - a sincere relief upon his features?

The familiar wide-brimmed hat of an unforgettable Balladeer peeking out from behind the others?

But first and foremost - your eyes fixated upon the unfamiliar woman at the head of the group.

Icy, pale blue eyes that stared into your soul - silver-white hair enclosed in beautiful intricate braids and a shimmering tiara fixed within her hair. Her long, blue robes hugged her figure - the silver embroidery gleaming when the fire cast light upon her.

She was beautiful.

"Your Grace," she whispered, her voice like a melody sung out in a church - reverent and wise as much as it was enchanting.

She approached your stunned figure - a coldness hovering around her - something you should have figured, given the symbol of cryo worn around her delicate neck.

"We're so glad to see you're awake at last."

You hadn't expected to be held out a loving hand by the villains of the story. The harsh - merciless Tsaritsa and her loyal Harbringers. But you were glad they brought you into their loving arms within the nation of Snezhnaya - showering you in attention, gifts - worship as though you were the most delicate and valuable gem within the universe. Tending to your aches with soothing remedies and the best doctors.

A god - held in higher regard than even the royal and beautiful Tsaritsa herself - who was glued to your side, her mesmerizing eyes always upon you.

At first - you had been skeptical.

Skeptical, when Childe - Tartaglia, kneeled before you and kissed your bruised knuckles with the utmost adoration welling within the pools that were his eyes.

Frightened, when Scaramouche - the unpredictable and short-tempered Balladeer of the Harbringers allowed you to see a softness within his hardened shell - worshipping the very ground you walked in.

Intimidated, when the Tsaritsa lovingly guided you around the palace, showing you the gnosis she had acquired - promising to make the ones who hurt you suffer.

But slowly - you felt yourself melting in the company of your newfound friends, despite the ever cold winds and snow of Sznezhnaya.

"Your Grace, would you like to accompany me to go fishing?" the cheerful voice of Childe called out to you as you sat on your window sill, cocooned in a blanket.

You glanced up at him, a rare, faint smile upon your lips.

You'd been bundled up in the warmest fur coats, elemental magic keeping you warm as you rode a carriage to a nearby lake.

There, Childe had been quick to get to work, showing off his skills in a myriad of ridiculous ways. Shooting arrows at the fish - swooping them up with the claws of his Foul Legacy form - anything to keep the light in your eyes glowing.

Finally, as he attempted a complex series of tricks to catch his next fish - you allowed a laugh to bubble in your chest - pure and earnest, and vulnerable.

The icy waters of the lake had no effect on the Harbringer as he stared in awe, a dumb grin upon his own face as he relished in the heavenly sound.

He made it his mission to coax that sound out from you as often as possible, after that.

Even as he shivered in bed for days after that, a harsh fever riding over his body from the incident at the lake - he minded little, as your divine presence kept him company - slowly opening up to him. Telling him about your life before Teyvat.

He was smitten.

You found it strange, at first, how the Balladeer followed you around constantly, his eyes always on you. It was a little intimidating, given how two-faced he had the capacity to be. That being said, you were quite liking this new side of him you were unearthing.

Your head spun as you escaped your bed, throwing off the restricting covers as memories of your time being hunted crushed you beneath their degrading heel. You were desperate for air - desperate for freedom - for escape. It hurt so much and your legs could only carry you so far in the dark corridors of the palace.

You were brought to earth by soft hands gently grasping yours.

The room was barely lit by violet glow of an electro vision. Your panicked eyes bore into those of the Balladeer - and despite your best efforts, you found yourself sobbing quietly.

The usually angry Harbringer bit down his fury - fury at those that reduced your divine form to tears in the dead of night - and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close in an awkward attempt at comfort.

He guided you to the sofa in his room, allowing you to sit upon his lap as you wept - not minding the tears staining his clothing as you clutched onto his shirt.

All that mattered to him was you.

You allowed the faint scent of incense imbued within his clothes to soothe you - lulling you to a state of exhaustion. His lips moved faintly - a whisper of an ancient lullaby flowing from them, until finally, you were asleep once more, guarded by the hands of the ruthless Country Destroyer.

After that - you slowly began to seek his presence more. His tough demeanor would wither away in your presence, becoming putty in your hands whenever you were around.

He could go from degrading his subordinates to kneeling before you - eager for your attention - ready to hold you - to allow you to hold him - anything you wanted. Behind his back, few even commented that they could almost see him wagging a nonexistent tail when you were around.

The Tsaritsa was always so gentle - you found yourself getting attached quickly. You were well aware of her jagged, icy nature towards those she deemed problems, but you cared little when her gentle hands placed diamonds around your neck and sang praises to you in a soft voice. Anything you may have needed or wanted - it was yours.

She'd play with your hair gently as she stood by your throne - her throne, as you had told her many times, only for her to disagree. She seated you upon it, smiling gently as she told you of her plans for the archons. Plans for those that hurt you.

Clearly, once the archons and their nations became aware of the fact that the imposter they had attempted to vanquish was indeed you, it was far too late.

Offerings and apology letters were discarded - shredded by the ravenous wolves that were the Harbringers. All to eager to let out their anger towards your transgressors by unleashing it upon their gifts.

When they were foolish enough to enter Sznezhnaya - naïve enough to attempt confronting you - they were denied any access to you. The Tsaritsa was very thorough in her defense systems.

That being said, they were subjugated to witnessing you bloom with infectious joy in the arms of the common enemy.

From a distance - never too close. Never close enough to be seen by you - another thing the Tsaritsa and her army made sure of - but close enough to see you.

See you allowing Childe to pick you up - twirl you in the air while calling you not by your title, but your name. It sent Zhongli into a spiral of despair.

See you sat on the lap of the Electro archon's discarded puppet - affectionately calling him nicknames you made up on the spot, or occasionally leaning against his chest as his edges softened only for you, singing gently for only you to hear. It broke Ei's heart.

See you pampered by the Tsaritsa - watch laughter simmer and spill from your lips as you were entertained by the beautiful flames of La Signora. Suffer as you held hands with the Cryo archon, gifting her your attention and company as she showed you the sights of Sznezhnaya proudly - a knowing glint in her eyes as she sensed her enemies nearby.

It was enough of a punishment on it's own - sentenced to see you happier without them. Happy and safe. Showing your most vulnerable state around the enemies.

But it wasn't enough for the Tsaritsa, or her army of Fatui.

No.

They would tear down every nation if they must - anything to see you smile. Anything to vanquish the nightmares still plaguing you permanently.

Those that dared harm you would certainly live and die to regret it.