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𝑺𝒄𝐚𝒓𝐚𝒏𝐚𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 『Scaramouche x Reader』

➺ Summary: You and the Traveller share more in common than anyone can imagine. But if there is one thing that sets you apart from the Traveller, it is your determination to create this mechanical deity.

➺ Warning: 3.2 Spoiler

➺ Author’s note : HOW COULD I NOT WRITE ABOUT OUR GOD?! Maybe I'm a bit too much in love with Scaramouche… BUT the character is just incredible! >.<

724 words || 4k

Everything should have ended as Nahida had planned. The data collected during all the many tests, the data collected with The Akasha…it should have allowed the Traveller to destroy the huge, godlike robot. They were so confident in their own ability. They were so confident that their plan was going smoothly. But nothing is ever perfect, is it? No one could have foreseen the betrayal of the young woman who had shown nothing but tenderness and benevolence since their trip to Sumeru.

"I hope you don't expect thanks from me?" Scaramouche asks, his mechanical voice doing nothing to hide the mocking intonation. "I wouldn't even dare to imagine that you might know the polite forms of address." You reply, a mischievous smile at the corners of your lips.

The Traveller extends his hand in your direction, before dropping it to the ground. Exhausted, injured, even if he wanted to, he didn't have the strength to fight you. Nahida was not at her best either, in fact she was unconscious. The pain and shock of having her gnosis ripped from her chest had caused irreparable damage.

No one had been able to react to your quick and effective attack. The vision hanging from your waist falls to the ground. You no longer need to pretend to have one. Your powers were enough on their own. The exhilarating sensation of this power makes you shudder. The power seems to pulse through your veins, spreading to every corner of your body.

You walk with dignity into the battle arena, twirling the gnosis dendro between your gloved fingers. Small, luminous vines would delicately wrap themselves around your fingers before disappearing as if nothing had happened. An endless cycle of rare beauty that you cannot admire any longer. The huge metal hand lowers, allowing you to climb into the palm, which guides you to the robot's face, where the new deity is.

Scaramouche's arm wraps around your waist, allowing you to join him in the narrow cabin, while proudly showing the Traveller his victory. He owns you. He has the gnosis dendro. He has won. You grin, savouring the grip of his arm around you. You feel his fingers lightly knead the flesh of your hip, almost as if to congratulate you on the long work you have been doing for several months. You hand the gnosis to the new deity, burying your face in his neck, breathing in his scent. A shiver ran down your body. A delicious feeling stirred your heart as he tilted his head slightly to meet the top of your head. You couldn't see it, but you felt the weight of it on your hair. He couldn't thank you with words, but his touches were always enough for you.

***

"168 times?! How on earth can the knowledge of mere humans defeat a god?" "Look at that. The simp crying over Scaramoochie's defeat. "It's Scaramouche." "Okay, Scaraboobs"

***

"OH MY GODDESS SJDHCHKDKSJDHC"

"STEP ON ME PLS- SIR I BEG"

"WANDERER'S DESIGN IS FINALLY HERE"

"SCARANATION ASSEMBLE"

***

"Aren't you happy? You can pull for Wanderer." "I am happy…" "But…?" "It's just that I would have liked to see Scaramouche succeed. Did you see the desperation? The completion of his whole life was so easily taken away from him." "Are you still crying about it? It's been months." "SO WHAT?! My love for him is endless!"

***

Out of the corner of your eye you glanced at the Traveller, still wrapped in a possessive embrace as Scaramouche's victorious and mocking speech echoed through the arena walls. The Traveller… you couldn't help but feel a pang of compassion for its wounded form. But the satisfaction of having prevented your god's downfall far overshadows any feelings of remorse.

You and the Traveller are not so different. Two beings from elsewhere, outside the boundaries and lies of Teyvat.

But one thing makes you drastically different.

If the Traveller was supported by the intentions of some people in Sumeru. You, you have the Scaranation. And as a faithful member, you owe it to yourself to serve your god, waiting for other members to join you to form a cult worthy of the name.

"Soon…very soon, the world will be in your hands. I pledge it, my dear God." You say, lips pressed against his cheek, close to his earlobe.

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May I add you to my genshin writers list ? And do you write for Dainsleif , pantalone , enjou , Baizhu, Dottore or Al haitham?

Yes, you totally can! I'm glad you asked! (＾ω＾)

At first I had to remember who Enjou was, I wondered if I had forgotten a character… But after a short search I remembered! Haha it's true that he made a strong impression on me…I had forgotten his name… >.> Indeed, I write for all the characters. They all have an interesting aspect to work on ~!

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𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 『Venti & Tighnari x Reader』 - Separated

Summary: The Isekai God loves you, sending you after your death to the world of Genshin Impact. You let your fantasies come true, approaching your favourite characters, bringing them an offering: you.

Warning: Smut +18, blasphemy, teasing, oral sex

Author’s note : Just an evening idea that I had to share. I have always loved Venti as a dominant, especially when he becomes "Barbatos"! And Tighnari… let's just say that several fanfictions helped me to see him from a different angle… that I appreciate a lot, I felt like writing about him! I hope you'll like it! It's been a long time since I wrote spicy scenes ~

700 words || 3,9k

Venti

"So good for me…" Venti whispers in your ear.

His hand crawls up your neck, applying a delicious pressure that breaks your already gasping, sobbing breath. Your legs tremble, about to give way under your own weight, as he pounds his hips against yours in a frantic rhythm. You lean against the cold stone of the cathedral altar, slightly damp with your drool and surely other fluids from your body. Venti's hand snakes up your thighs, before sliding down the inside of your legs, titillating your clitoris with his deft fingers. Sending a powerful jolt through your body. His name leaves your lips like a mantra, begging for... for what? You can't remember. The bard's lips caress your shoulder before biting your epidermis, putting yet another mark on your warm skin.

"V-Venti…" You groan his first name. "Don't use that name. Use the one by which you begged me to take you to this sacred place to honor me." He chuckles against your ear. A raucous, teasing laugh that doesn't fail to send an electric shock through your lower abdomen. "Lord Barbatos…please…I can't…" You beg, your vision blurred with tears of pleasure.

Venti laughs at your trembling figure, only able to stand because of the altar you are practically lying on. Your warm, wet walls embrace his sex in a delicious grip, breaking the steady, deep rhythm of his hips. His long fingers play with your clit until your head tilts against his shoulder, your vision bleached by your third orgasm of the night. Your body collapses against the cool, refreshing stone. Your breath catches sharply in your throat as he lifts one of your legs to rest it on the altar, continuing to fuck you from this new angle.

"Sing to me again, my beautiful offering. We have all night ahead of us."

Tighnari

Tighnari tilted his head back, revelling in the heady feeling of your tongue on his sex. One of your hands wraps around his balls, massaging the flesh, while the other grips his thigh as a support. You feel his muscles tense under your skin, holding back from giving in so quickly to the pleasure of your sucking around his sex. You watch him contorted expression of pleasure, feeling the heat rise between your thighs, electrifying your nerves. You want more. You want to taste him, feel the bitterness and texture of his cum on your tongue. You want to see him spill into your mouth, unable to resist the overwhelming sensation of his lower belly.

"Y-Y/N… I'm gonna-"

You hum around his sex, sending a jolt around him, propelling him into his climax. A muffled moan abandoned his taut body by his high. His hot breathing broke the silence of the night in his private cabin. You straighten up, lips tight, swallowing his cum, savouring the taste you had come to take from him. Your tongue runs along your lips to catch the last bits of his high. He let a moan escape him at your action, already feeling himself harden.

"Aaah Tighnari ~… What devotee would I be if I did not fully satisfy my master?" You hum, as you straighten your legs.

You straddle his hips, rubbing your wet crotch against his hardened cock, waiting only for your walls to embrace him with your passion. His hands grip your waist, nails forming crescents against your skin, though you don't care. Your attention is entirely devoted to the expression of desire he throws at you, begging in an impatient breath.

"What do you desire, Tighnari…?" You whisper against his ear. "Making your Master beg, isn't that arrogant?" He says without stammering. "Even the most fervent devotees can stray from the right path." You chuckle, stroking his chin like a master to his cat. "And it is my duty to guide this lost sheep to the right path."

His hands on your hips force you down, penetrating you in one go, breaking your dominance in the process. His strength forces you into a fast, needy rhythm, making your toes curl as he hits the right spot, again and again… until his name becomes nothing more than an unintelligible moan between your lips.

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I need need NEED some morax and Barbatos being children while y/n is just watching like 🧍🏻‍♀️

It’s fine if you don’t wanna tho!😅

𝑨 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅 『Venti & Zhongli & Reader』

Summary: Basically just Y/N watching a god behave like a child.

Warning: None

Author’s note : It was a very sweet request to imagine! Even if Zhongli was a bit more complicated to imagine in the behaviour of a child… I think he's a bit out of character and I apologize for that!

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Venti

You knew Venti's identity. You knew he was Lord Barbatos.

How did you handle the information as a mere human?

Badly.

You didn't believe him. He didn't seem pleased to hear that his s/o was laughing at his revelations.

But how could you believe him so easily? You know Venti well enough to know that he loves to play tricks on you.

I might as well tell you that he was delighted with your surprised look when he showed up at your house the next day in his winged form.

Which brings you to your current situation.

"Y/N ~!" Moans the god against your legs, arms around your thighs. "Beg all you want, you know I love to hear you beg." You grumble, hoping to get him to give up.

But you know better than anyone that he's not the type of person to give up easily just because you were trying to discourage him. With a sigh, you look down at the pleading, childlike figure of the Archon Anemo.

"I'm just going to visit Collei. It's only a matter of a few days." "It's a few days too many! I am your god, since when do you defy your god? It's blasphemous." He pouted.

He looked like a hamster that had its sunflower seed removed. He was cute, far from the usual teasing you're used to from him. What was wrong with him? He was acting like a real capricious child. You let a sigh escape you before a tight smile appears on your face.

"Correction: I'm not from Mondstadt so you're technically not my god. Secondly you have renounced exercising your divinity over your people, don't even think you can do that today." You say, raising an eyebrow at his impassive face. "… That's not what you were saying last night when you had your legs wrapped around my hips." Venti grumbles in a grumpy whisper as you choke on his audacity. "How about you tell me instead why you refuse to let me go?" You ask to change the subject.

Venti shines his eyes into yours, his eyes glowing with an intense gleam that makes you gag with discomfort. It's not like you lied to him, you were obviously planning to return in less than two weeks. Yet your words didn't seem to have the ability to appease his strange behaviour.

"You're my excuse for not showing up at Cat's tail." He mumbles. "…" "… Y/N?" "I'm leaving." You say as you take your bag in your hands. "Y/N don't leave me to my allergies! I thought you loved me!"

Zhongli

You are a minor deity who joined Morax to become one of his Yaksha. You may not be the most competent, but you manage to get by every time.

Strangely, Barbatos seemed to like you quite a bit. The feeling was mutual. It was hard to deny that the Anemo god didn't have a sense of humour. It is during your breaks that you find him at the junction of your two nations to exchange a few jokes before returning to the fight.

Which doesn't seem to please your god.

Not at all.

That's why you watch the meteorite fall right on top of you both.

Well… shit.

If Barbatos ran away faster than his shadow. You, you simply disappeared a little further to find Morax in the air, arms crossed under his chest.

"Did you seriously…?" "No." He interrupts you before you can finish. "Yes. You used your power-" "A mosquito was flying around you." He cuts you off a second time. "…"

You look him straight in the eye, one eyebrow raised at this strange behaviour. You shrug before turning to the crater that formed from the meteorite's impact.

"Yes…a mosquito…" You say, dragging your voice, not believing him. "You like mosquitoes?" He asks, though it sounded more like a statement in his intonation. "I don't like those bugs that suck my blood, no. I do, however, like angels…"

No sooner had you finished your sentence than he shot a murderous look in the direction of where Barbatos had escaped. Morax was ready to go after him, you were sure of it. You step in front of him, a nervous laugh leaving your lips, drawing his attention back to you.

"You're not going to kill one of the Seven just because I like his wings?" You ask. "I'm not going to kill anyone. Don't you like dragons?" "Dragon? Yes, I like them a lot." You reply, surprised at the sudden question. "More than angels?" He continues to ask you questions. "Morax…" "Say it." "You're a child." You sigh, a tight smile on your lips. "…" "Put away your spear, Morax. The war is almost over." You say in a cry of panic. "Say it." "I prefer dragons." "Good. Let's go inside, Xiao must be waiting for us."

You watch the figure of the Geo god walk away. You can only watch him go, still in shock from this childish and stupid discussion to say the least. Discovering a new side of Morax might have made you laugh… if it hadn't risked another person's life! Well… even such an ancient god can have a childish side…

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i've fallen inlove with the archon reader, but if it doesnt make you stressed or anything do you mind a part 3 + the war?

𝑺𝒐𝒖𝒓 『Tartaglia x Archon!Reader』 - Part three

Summary: Reader is the first existing Archon, the one who offered the seven gnosis to the first Archons. She is the “Mother” of the Archons.

Warning: Angst, blood.

Author’s note : Hehe ~ I'm sorry it took me so long to post this third and final part of Sour ! Thank you very much for your patience and support ! I didn't expect this first story to please so much ♡(灬'ㅂ`灬)!I don't promise to be very active unfortunately, I'm on an end of year project ! But I will try to be during the summer !

1600 words || 7,5k || Part One || Part Two

Your troops are getting dangerously close to the capital. No innocent inhabitants of the small villages were harmed or hurt. Your orders were meticulously followed by your mechanical troops. Morax did not join your war. He did not wish to take back his gnosis, judging that the terms of his contract would no longer be respected. You understood his fatigue and his desire to live as a human without the weight of an entire people on his shoulders. However, you cannot digest the fact that he preferred to go and give his gnosis to Fatui rather than engage in an adult discussion with you. Why didn't he come to you before ? A slight bitter taste of betrayal invades your mouth, a taste that you cannot get rid of despite your efforts.

"Your thoughts are written on your face, Mother," says Barbatos.

His wings flap lazily in the air to levitate him a few inches off the ground. Barbatos had not wanted to leave his mother alone. He is not the biggest supporter of your decision but he cannot leave you alone with your sadness. Barbatos has lost his dearest friend and most of his comrades, losing the woman he considers his mother would be terribly painful for him. He was not an active participant on the battlefield, however, he perpetually produced a powerful wind that destabilised the opposing troops. Normally, without his gnosis, he could never hope to defeat the will of The Archon Cryo in his territory, however, Barbatos was supported by his mother who is the first Archon. Through her, he found himself connected to Celestia again, he had full control over the wind again. A much greater control than after his awakening.

"Don't think too much about Morax's decisions that led to him giving away his gnosis," he comforts you with his ever cheerful smile. "I can't help but feel bitter. Am I so frightened that my own son can't come to see me ?" you confess with a hint of resentment. "Heeee ? A slime would be scarier than you !" he laughs enthusiastically. "It's nothing to do with being afraid to talk to you. Over two thousand years of tirelessly watching over his nation, never failing. Watching our brothers and sisters fall in battle or succumb to madness. As solid as stone can be, it crumbles with time."

"But…" "But." Barbatos interrupts you by raising his voice. "You have looked after Teyvat since its creation. Do you think it's easy for us to come to you and tell you that we want to resign, to leave you alone ? Not to mention that for Morax, he wanted to prove to the world, to himself, that humans were autonomous enough to do without a god. Mother, the purpose behind the opening of the seven thrones, your purpose that led to a bloodbath among the ancient deities and mortals…it is finally realized. Humans have been allowed to flourish and they have outgrown their need to have deities in their lives."

You glance, out of the corner of your eye, at Barbatos. His words are surprisingly wise, which contrasts drastically with the childish smile he offers you. A slight sigh passes your lips as you raise your right hand to ruffle his hair affectionately. He lets a simple chuckle escape him, appreciating your love.

"Nevertheless, I will not go back on my decision to help you. I will not let The Archon Cryo start a war against Celestia, against you," Barbatos reassures you. "I also want to make humans understand that there is a whole gap between them and the gods," you say serenely, tightening your grip on your sceptre.

Barbatos only laughs once more as he summons a powerful gust of wind to ward off the frosty wind emitted by The Archon Cryo's will. The weather in the Ice Nation was getting worse and worse as the war approached the capital, and thus, its ice castle. It won't be long before The Cryo Archon comes out of his castle to confront you. And you'll make sure you get her out no matter what.

"Looks like The Tsaritsa is getting impatient that we're not dead," you hum, "I have to admit I'm slightly impressed with the strength of the Eleven Harbingers." "Enough to offer them a fight against you ?" your son asks, accompanied by a teasing laugh. "No. But the fight is dragging on and I want all the gnosis taken, plus the cryo gnosis back. Let's let the Fatui fight the Ruin Graders and get to The Tsaritsa."

Barbatos nods, finishing your sentence with a melody played on the harp. You turn to him completely, raising an eyebrow at the sudden melody. He only laughs and shrugs his shoulders. Barbatos' fingers twitch on the strings of his musical instrument, giving his harp a final blow, bringing you both up into the air with a strong draft. Yet the air current only suspends you several hundred metres off the ground without moving in any direction.

Curious, your face tilts in the direction of your son, who is just looking at the horizon.

"Will you be able to kill him ?" "Barbatos…" "Mother. Can you kill Ajax if he gets in your way ?" your son asks, insisting on the question.

The timbre of his voice proves to you the seriousness of his question. Despite your many thoughts of the reunion you will inevitably share with Tartaglia, you are not sure if you are ready to take his life. The conflicting feelings that were stirring in your chest did not make it easy. A difficult decision that Barbatos could only half understand.

"Yes, I would kill him if he got in my way." You answer in a monotone voice under the bitter gaze of your son who does not question your decision. He simply hoped that you would not regret your choice.

Tartaglia looked up from the floor, his body aching and screaming with every movement he tried to make, no matter how small. The ice throne room was covered in blood. That metallic, acrid red that stained the crystalline, icy floor. "So this is the power of a god" he thought as he visualised in his mind the battle Barbatos had fought against the other Harbingers. Archon Anemo…he was no longer the weak little bard, he was the personification of the wind: powerful and devastating. No one had been able to get close to you, Barbatos was constantly protecting you…no…In the words of the Archon, he was the one protecting them from you. "If you can't hurt me, how do you expect to kill her ?"

Childe could not deny such a reality. He watched you defeat The Archon Cryo as if it were a walk in the park. He was torn between his admiration, his excitement at seeing such a powerful opponent, but also the fear that he would not find the sweetness of your character. Was that a lie ? Was this your true character ? Did he even have the right to be disappointed when he was also hiding his trauma and insatiable bloodlust ? Tartaglia winced as his fingers curled around his bow, but then a green arrow stuck the back of his hand.

"Barbatos." You call to him. "Don't take back your words, Mother."

"There was no need to hurt him further" You say. "He was making a hostile move." He defends himself.

Barbatos sighs before walking out the broken window, with his gnosis in hand that you handed to him. Your eyes follow your son's departure before you turn your attention to the battered body of your former lover. You know he could not survive, not in his condition. You want to help him…you really do, but the mixed expression on his face…you can't take a step in his direction.

"Is this the end you wanted Ajax ?" You ask softly. "Ah… the ending I wanted…" He repeats in a voice broken by fatigue. "Seeing you with my family was the best ending I could have hoped for." "… They weren't hurt…" You can't say more than that, your throat knotted with emotion. "I know…the Ruin Graders avoided the village…perhaps I should thank you for that." Childe coughed after he spoke his words.

Your face twists in an unpleasant way, as your body reacts on its own. Your hands move to your former lover's face, before retracting. Your eyes show a complex gleam that makes the redhead smile. A faint smile that he used to give you in the simple moments you spent together. A tear slides down your cheek. You can only watch as Tartaglia's skin grows paler and paler, almost blue.

"Do you think I could become like Vennessa ?" He asks you on a humorous note.

Your lips tighten into a thin, almost guilt-ridden line. Childe closes his eyes, resigned. You know he couldn't go up to Celestia. He didn't qualify. Being the first Archon did not give you absolute control over Celestia.

"Don't make that face, your smile is much more beautiful…"

"Don't take back your words, Mother," Barbatos had said beforehand. The echo of his voice echoes in your mind like a dark mantra. Your heart is torn in two by indecision. The human you once were at his side wishes to spend another moment in his presence, while the Archon you are knows full well that your two worlds cannot coexist. You can never again live together happily. He is the one who participated in a war against your children. Against you. Just as you unleashed your fury upon his nation, wiping out all enemy forces, destroying The Archon Cryo with your own hands.

Time makes this hard decision for you. Leaving only your eyes to rest on the inert chest and the fragile smile that beaded on the bloody blue lips of your former lover.

"Us together with your family is also the ending I would have liked for us."

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𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞 『Adam x Reader』

Summary: Reader was Adam's first wife before he married Eve.

Warning: Angst, a little fluff, death, deities are really cruel

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Author's note: Requests for Genshin have not been forgotten! I'm working on it BUT I just finished season one of Record of Ragnarok and needed to write about Adam. I think he deserves more writing about him...he's the best husband and father Earth could have!

"A demoness? A succubus? No! A human whose legends turn her into a fearsome ruler of the underworld! She rules an entire army with an iron fist! Made of the clay of creation, she is made in the image of the gods! N°00000000002 : Lilith!" shouted Heimdall to announce your entrance.

You have been chosen to save humanity. The creation of Adam and Eve. You don't know why Brunhilde trusts you to save the humans. What could she possibly have been thinking in choosing you? Were you the best choice for this? Protecting the beings conceived by your ex-husband and his new wife. Unlike your ex-lover, you refuse to walk around naked. Your body is far too precious to be revealed to the world. You stand in the middle of the arena waiting patiently for Heimdall to finish presenting your opponent.

Your eyes rest on your army led by your only son. The only being you have ever given birth to. The third human born. A slight smile appeared on your lips. Your son resembled his father, and you found that particularly funny. You couldn't help but think that Adam's genes were particularly strong. But the way your son stood proudly at the head of your army...he took that from you. Even if you were to perish in this fight, you know that your army and your son will come through.

Your right hand will be around the shaft of your spear. You hear the mocking laughter of the gods, announcing your crushing defeat. You hear the hesitant whispers of humans about your place among the fighters of humanity. You are known in human legends to be a danger to pregnant women and newborns. To be honest with yourself, you hate this legends. You are a mother, how can humans think that you would harm a woman and her child? Your eyes drop slightly to the floor and your lips pucker into an unpleasant pout. After a few seconds, your face frees itself of all displays of emotion and your hand rises to challenge Heimdall.

"Yes, Lilith?" asks the god who has the role of announcer.

"I will not fight under that name," you announce.

"Huh?" he blurts out in surprise.

"I will not fight under the name of the monster the humans wanted to make me," you reply immediately.

"So...what do you want to be called?"

Lying in a meadow, you enjoy the sun and the soft breeze on your bare skin. Rabbits and foxes quickly surround you to enjoy the comfort with you. Everything is perfect in the Garden of Eden. A shadow covers your face, forcing you to open your eyes to discover the obstacle between you and the sun. It is a pleasant surprise when you discover your husband's welcoming smile, his blonde locks framing his face. Adam sits down beside you, placing his fruit basket between his legs. He pulls out a bunch of grapes and takes one between his long fingers. He then brings the fruit to your lips to let you savour the sweet, pleasant taste of the fruit. A sigh of contentment crosses your lips. Your husband's smile widens as he notices your relaxed state.

"You have grape juice running down your chin, Lilith," Adam informs you.

Your eyelids droop slightly as your eyes express your displeasure. Adam only lets a laugh emit from his throat as he leans forward to lick the grape juice off. Your hand gently but firmly pushes him away. You want him to understand that his gestures of affection will not be tolerated again until he realises his mistake. And you know perfectly well that he has understood what he has done.

"Stop teasing me," you say, a frown appearing on your face.

"I like to see your eyebrows furrow. You look like that kitten that was trying to scare us." replies Adam, running his hand over your hip stroking it in lazy circles, as if to soothe you.

"But unlike that kitten, I can bite," you reply sharply.

"I know you can..." he hums in the hollow of your ear. "Y/N."

This memory was a moment of pure happiness that you experienced in the Garden of Eden before you were forced into exile. This name you chose with Adam was the beginning of your independence from the gods. You had never accepted the principle of being subject to a man and Adam always supported you in this choice. But the gods did not like this and in response you abandoned the name they gave you at your creation. Perhaps this is why Eve was created from Adam's rib? To prevent her from becoming like you.

"Y/N. Call me that," you proudly announce.

The gods of your creation frown but do not protest. They hope that you will perish against one of their own and that your soul will disintegrate in space and time.

Adam had slipped out of the room where he was locked up. When he learned of your presence here, he did not expect you to fight for the humans. The children he had with another woman. He snuck into the bleachers to get a better look at your figure. A sense of nostalgia stirs in his heart as he sees that you haven't changed in all this time. You stand with dignity, your weapon in hand. You are strong and independent, you have become the woman you always dreamed of. A woman you could not have become if you were in his company because...everyone wants his wife to be submissive to him.

Adam does not regret his married life with Eve, he enjoys it too. But he has enjoyed the life he has lived with you. He believes in your victory. He wants you to win. He does not want to witness your complete disappearance from the universe without any chance of reincarnation. Your first separation has already split his heart in two, Adam does not want to experience this intense pain a second time.

You swing your divine spear with one hand, deflecting your opponent's first blow. The strength in this attack was not worthy of a god, was he testing your abilities? Your eyes meet. The victorious and arrogant smile on the god's face already irritates you. He underestimated you because you are a human AND a woman. His leg comes to sweep over yours but you manage to dodge by gaining height. You position your spear, blade towards the ground to pierce his skull. The god quickly dodges in a backward leap, leaving you to land on the ground, puncturing the concrete floor which cracks under the impact.

Your exchange of blows lasts for a while. Or should we say: the god throws blows at you that you deflect with your spear. But suddenly, his paterne changes. The force that the god uses becomes more powerful. His leg comes to meet your stomach. You prevent the blow from reaching your skin by placing your spear between your stomach and his leg. Unfortunately, the attack sends you flying a few metres away. You manage to land with difficulty and before you can regain a stable footing, the god launches himself at you. You are forced to fall to the side in a roll to narrowly dodge the punch. Your cheek begins to bleed.

"Mother!" your distraught son shouts.

"Commander! Get up!" your soldiers shout to encourage you.

You let out a breath, your muscles relax, making your movements more fluid and lively. Your eyes fall on the figure of your opponent. The aura around you changes completely, causing the small smile on the god's face to disappear. Your hands grip the spear and your feet anchor themselves to the ground to give you a good foothold.

"Answer my question before we resume this fight. Why are you fighting for the humans?" the god asks.

"Do I need a reason to fight? The gods have forced me to be submissive and men have clothed me in a veil of monstrous lies. It's like choosing between the plague and cholera," you explain. "But I had to choose and I chose my ex-husband's children.

The humans observing the exchange begin to stir, either out of guilt or because they were moved by your story. Humans get teary-eyed easily, you think. But you can't help but find this side of them very touching. Perhaps it was a good thing that Eve was the Mother of humanity?

"Humans have the will to survive and a strength that allows them to constantly evolve. This is a strength that the gods can never possess," you say with contempt.

Your hatred for the gods is much stronger than your hatred for humans. On your words, the fight resumes. You manage to follow your opponent's movements. Like Adam, you were forged from clay in the image of the gods. You are Adam's equal, you have the same ability as him to copy the techniques you see. Your movements remind the gods of Athena. You had copied the movements of this goddess a long time ago.

Your body and that of your opponent are covered in blood. You are bleeding from the wounds inflicted on you, but you were able to avenge yourself by seriously injuring your opponent as well.

Adam clenches his lips into a thin line, his fingernails digging into the palms of his hands but he still believes in your victory. You must win. You can't give him up a second time...you can't.

"They've created a second wife for you," you scream indignantly.

"You're the only one for me," Adam admits in an attempt to calm your nerves. He can't bear to see you cry.

"It's only a matter of time before the gods kick me out of the Garden of Eden! I don't understand their desire to have me submit to male authority! Do goddesses submit to male deities?" you growl in frustration. The anger was so strong that you can't hold back the tears.

"If they chase you away then I'll go with you," Adam announces, interlacing your fingers together.

A soft warmth spreads through your chest as a gasp of surprise passes through your lips. A slight blush marks your cheeks as you look away from your husband. You can't help but enjoy the tender feeling. Adam wraps his muscular arms around you in a soothing embrace. His scent calms your restless nerves.

"Spend the night with me tonight," you whisper.

"We always sleep together," he says, tilting his head to the side, not understanding the meaning of your words.

"Adam..." you gasp shyly. It almost sounded like a soft moan.

His blue eyes widen slightly as the implied request is processed by his brain. A teasing smile spreads across his face as he leans in to your blushing ear to whisper provocative words.

That was the last evening you spent in his company before the gods kidnapped you and threw you away from the Garden of Eden. You never tried to return to that place, you knew it wasn't possible. So you did your best to survive. You were able to thrive and enjoy your newfound independence.

That night Adam gave you a gift, your son: Eurynome. A child identical to his father, who grew up with you as his only role model. He has become an independent young man capable of leading an army. But he remains a child... a child afraid to be alone without the reassuring presence of his mother.

It is impossible to understand the pain of losing a parent when you have not experienced it. No one could understand a tenth of the pain of Eurynome's scream as the god's fist plunges into your chest.

Your eyes crinkle under the sudden fatigue your body feels. Your right hand struggles to hold the spear. The humans weep in despair as the gods celebrate the downfall of Lilith, the woman who did not obey divine orders.

Nausea takes hold of Adam's body. All that blood, your blood spilling on the floor. Will you die? Disappear forever...you don't even know that he witnessed your fight. You will never know that he missed you terribly. You will never know that he wanted to feel your warmth in his arms again and whisper those three words to you.

Your eyes linger on your son's tear-streaked face. A peaceful smile appears on your lips. A fire of determination shines in your eyes. Your hand tightens around the spear and you slice the god's jugular before collapsing to your knees. If you must die...then you will prevent the gods from achieving a victory as well.

Your eyes slowly close and your hearing becomes increasingly blurred. The voices are now just an indistinguishable din.

Adam could only watch as your body and the god's dematerialize into a smoke of green glitter. His legs move towards the battlefield as if trying to retrieve the flakes that represent your soul dissolving into space. But your son's crying snaps him out of his trance. His eyes fall on a miniature version of himself.

Cain and Abel have some characteristics of their father but Eurynome is a carbon copy of Adam and you would have to be blind not to notice. Adam walks over to your son and takes him in his arms, sharing his pain. Adam fully understands the tug of war that Eurynome feels.

That night Adam gave you a gift, your son. Today, this gift will show the world that you existed. That you are not like your legends.

You are an independent woman, a mother and Adam's wife.

"Adam," you call to your husband, who is perched on a tree branch.

"Yes?" he hums, keeping his eyes closed.

"Don't you think I'm strange?" you finally question him. "Do you think I owe you obedience too?

Silence passes between the two of you. A pain assails your heart at this lack of response and you instantly regret having asked him the question. The disappointment was much stronger than you had thought. You look up abruptly when you hear a thud only a few feet away. Adam had just jumped from his branch. His back was to you. He turns towards you, his face devoid of emotion. He encircles your cheeks with his warm palms. His piercing blue eyes almost seem to probe your soul and you struggle to hold his gaze. But your desire to know the answer prevents you from looking away.

"We are husband and wife, I accept you as you are. Don't change for the world, for anyone," Adam says with conviction.

"So...you love me like this?" you ask aloud, wanting to sound confident.

Adam looks at you slightly surprised at this sudden question. He hums softly before leaning in to kiss your forehead. The smile he flashes makes your heart race.

"I love you," he says.

"I love you too..." you admit after a few moments.

[dandelion-sugar]

Could you make an fanfic of the reader being a god and tartaglia finding out and the reader dies by him just for their gnosis?

𝐋𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲 『Tartaglia x HydroArchon!Reader』

Summary: Tartaglia must retrieve the gnosis from the Hydro Archon for the sake of the Cryo Archon's ambitions.

Warning: Angst, betrayal, severe emotional and physical injury, fluff at the beginning

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Author's note: I was very inspired by your request! I think the Childe x Archon!Reader principle is a good dynamic for angst >.>…

Tartaglia navigates the crowds that fill the busy streets of Fontaine. Street performances are common in this nation. Dancers performed regularly and the most popular ones ended up getting well-paid jobs in bars and restaurants. The Eleventh Harbinger was given the task of recovering the gnosis from the Hydro Archon. He had to be thorough in what he did in this nation, just as he had been in Liyue. Where should he start? His gaze landed on a gemstone containing the hydro element. It would be more accurate to say that the hydro energy had crystallised into a dazzling gem. The vendor approaches Tartaglia who cuts him off by dropping a bag of mora to buy the stone. Tartaglia had given much more money than the real value of the jewel but he intends to give it as a gift. A gift for you.

You have always had an affinity with this element. Your mastery of your vision showed your affection for the hydro element. It was as if you had spent your whole life practicing. When Teucer was subject to nightmares and came to his older brother's room for refuge, Tartaglia always watched you form a few floating droplets in the air that refracted a soft light to soothe the child's troubled mind. Even in your drowsy mind, you managed to be impressively accurate with your vision.

Tartaglia carefully places the stone in his trouser pocket so as not to lose it. He still had a lot of work and preparation to do before he could execute a plan of attack. First, he had to find out who the Hydro Archon was. Few people are allowed to lay eyes on or be in the presence of the deity of Fontaine.

If he is to believe the legends about the Archon, they appear in a court of law located in the capital's courthouse. They give their verdict on matters of the utmost importance. They are the voice of reason and no one dares to contradict their judgment, which is always fair and impartial. Tartaglia had not managed to obtain any physical or gender information about the Archon. All he knew was that the Hydron Archon would be at the courthouse for the whole of next week. So he only had a short time to get the right to enter the courthouse. But for a Fatui, it is very hard to gain the trust of foreign nations in Snezhnaya. Especially since the courthouse contains the government secrets of Fontaine. How should he proceed?

"Aaah..." sighed Tartaglia, his face turned towards the dusk. "I'd rather fight than make plans, that's the other Harbingers' favorite pastime, not mine."

It would have been less boring if you were with him. But three days ago you told him you were leaving because you had an important mission. Tartaglia has no idea where you are, he just hopes that everything goes well on your side without worrying about your life. He had a crush on you in the first place because you were strong enough to resist him. You were a traveller who visited other nations to discover the world. Tartaglia remembers you telling him that you could never leave your home nation without offering him any explanation. He never tried to force you to reveal your past, but to say he wasn't curious would be a lie.

You are standing in the middle of a very seldom visited lake. This lake holds many memories, it was here that you received your gnosis from your predecessor. It is here that you bond with the young emerging Oceanids, offering you pure-hearted friends without malice. It is a place that contains many good memories but also some not so pleasant ones. You need to spend three days in contact with this water in this isolated place to purify your mind and be as impartial as possible.

Humans need time to themselves, many like to be away from their fellow humans but you are not human. As far back as your memories go you have always occupied your place as an Archon. You have always been put on a pedestal. You have always been alone. You no longer enjoy being away from the laughter of humans.

In your journey, you were able to discover another universe that you liked from the bottom of your heart. But you also love your nation, it is your duty to look after your people. If necessary, you will give up your happiness, you will abandon Tartaglia to save your people. You have only one day left in this lake, one week to render your verdict on government affairs and then you can resume your adventure.

A branch snaps, beckoning you. You look over your shoulder to discover an aquanid with the appearance of a squirrel. This one approaches your figure and crawls along your body to lodge itself on your shoulder. It presses its watery face against your neck, as if begging for an embrace from you. A soft laugh leaves your lips as you stroke the top of its little head with your index finger.

Despite the efforts of the Fatui, Tartaglia had not been able to get his hands on an official paper that would allow him to enter the courthouse. Those who had one were far too loyal to their Archon to be corrupted by money. The guards watching over the palace increased the surveillance. This could only mean one thing: the Hydro Archon is in the courthouse. The deity is so close to Tartaglia and yet he could not approach them. How frustrating.

Lying on the couch in his hotel room, Tartaglia let out a long sigh, his muscles releasing all that frustration. He wanted to fight, not try a diplomatic approach that was all but denied. Could he manipulate the Oceanids? They are like an extension of the Archon according to the locals. Could this contain more truth than legend?

The door to Tartaglia's room opened slowly. His body reacted immediately, straightening up as he materialized his water blades. Was he finally going to be able to fight?

"Wow! I was expecting a warmer welcome from you!" You say hastily accompanied by a chuckle.

"Y/N! You're the best news I've received this week!" enthused Tartaglia.

The redhead left the couch, abandoning his blades to capture you in a hug. His hold on your body showed the lack he's been dealing with since your separation. You'd be lying if you said you didn't miss his smell, his voice, his body and his attitude. In the end, his few days without him affected you more than you thought. You bury your face in the back of his neck, inhaling his body odour, earning a laugh from him.

"Sometimes I wonder if you're a dog or a human," Tartaglia says playfully.

"I don't know, what do you think?" you ask with a defiant attitude.

"I prefer human. There are some things you can only do between two members of the same race," he whispers in your ear.

You slap his arm as your laughter echoes around the room. He had missed that laughter most of all. Together, you spent your evening talking to make up for lost time. The conversation was so lively that it was hard to tell from the outside that you were only apart for a week.

"How did you know I was here?" he asks intrigued.

"I found your colleagues. They would never have told me, if you hadn't told them so much about your lovely girlfriend that you love so much," you reply mischievously.

"Perhaps I should punish them for betraying the secret of my position?" Fredonna Tartaglia, playing the same game as you.

"If it weren't for them I wouldn't be in your arms right now, can't you make an exception?" you laugh.

"I could...what would you do to make me seriously consider your proposal?" he asks.

"I could...take off my clothes, drop them on the floor to form a path towards the bedroom and you could join me." you suggest lasciviously.

"I like that idea," replies Tartaglia in the same tone of voice.

You let out a happy sigh as you curl up under the sheets. You have finished showering after this loving exchange. The water from the shower is still running, indicating Tartaglia's presence in the shower. Your clothes are still lying on the floor. With a burst of courage, you find the strength to pick up the clothes from the floor and gather them in the dirty clothes basket. A black velvet box falls from your lover's trouser pocket. Your breath catches in your throat. You glance briefly at the bathroom door before bending quickly to retrieve the box. Curious as you are, you can't resist opening it. Your heart is pounding. You feel a pang of guilt at rummaging through Tartaglia's belongings, but at the sight of the ring, you can't help but feel infatuated. The stone immediately catches your eye: a stone formed by the crystallised element Hydro. You hurriedly put the box back into your lover's trousers, your hands trembling with emotion.

You find the warmth of the sheets, joined a few minutes later by Tartaglia. The smell of soap touches your sense of smell. He has put on your favourite shampoo.

"How thoughtful you are," you say amused.

"I know. You might even say I make the most effort in this relationship," teases Tartaglia.

For the second time today, you slap his arm to your lover's mischievous laughter. A pout settles on your face as you bury your face in the pillow. The end of the evening was absolutely perfect and you fall asleep together in the warmth of your two bodies.

Today was the last day to give your verdict on a case that has been troubling councillors for months. You could only rely on the voice of the spokesman to determine the nervousness that ran through him. Your eyes were blindfolded with a black ribbon. "Justice is blind", you must embody this concept. But if you could see, you would have noticed the counsellor's eyes twitching slightly. A short moment of silence passes through the room before the Councillor speaks again.

"Serious accidents have occurred in four nations: Mondstadt, Liyue and Inazuma and Sumeru. The period of Fatui's presence in these nations corresponds with the chaotic period of these nations. We have not yet heard of Fatui's presence in our land, but we have noticed a strange activity. Several people want to enter the courthouse without having had any prior connection with Fontaine. We fear that this signals that Fontaine is the next nation in danger.

In less than a few seconds, you manage to sort out the thoughts that assault your mind. Hundreds of years of doing the same thing, you are an expert at considering all the possibilities and the best solutions to achieve the maximum result for the good of your nation.

"The Fatui have diplomatic protection, we cannot act recklessly. But I will not let my people suffer as the people of Liyue did when attacked by an ancient deity. Protect the places that hold dangerous powers if they are released." Order yourself.

"Shouldn't we hide them?" asks an advisor.

"They managed to free an ancient god. They must already know where the place is and how to get there. I would ask the Oceanids for support. We cannot show direct hostility towards them, let us act as we usually do: dignified and upright as justice."

The councillors nod, understanding your directives. You rise from your throne and leave the room through a large golden door that only you are allowed to use. This door leads to an area of the palace of justice reserved for the Hydro Archon and the Oceanids. It is rare that this part of the palace is occupied by the Oceanids, as they much prefer natural, isolated waters to enclosed areas close to humans. Today is the last day of your official duties, you can resume your life as a human.

You enter the hotel room to find it pitch black. You turn on the light, looking around for your boyfriend. But Tartaglia is nowhere to be found. Your eyes fall on a piece of paper on the table that asks you to go to the most majestic and intimate lake possible. A challenge from him? A treasure hunt perhaps? A tender smile spreads across your lips, noticing the thoughtful attitude he was showing towards you. There was only one lake that fit this description. The location was known, but the people of Fontaine respected the tranquility of the oceanids who reside in this lake, so there are few visitors. The only reason humans go to the sacred lake is to ask the water spirits to bless their unborn child or to bless their future marriage. Your heart misses a beat as you remember the beautiful ring Tartaglia had in his pocket.

Your steps lead you to the edge of the calm water. A table for two is set on the shore, a candelabra feverishly lighting up the surroundings, making the atmosphere very intimate. The black box sits in the centre of the white tablecloth in front of the candlestick. You approach and take the box in your trembling hands. Footsteps come from behind you. Ecstatic, you turn around to see Tartaglia's ginger hair. Your mind does not register your lover's unusual behaviour. Your eyes fall on the red mask covering his face. Everything happens quickly and his hand comes to rest in your chest. The pain immediately spreads through your nervous system. A water bomb explodes between you two. It is an automatic reflex of your powers to push the enemy away. A defensive move similar to the water bombs of the oceanids in a fight. Your body is thrown further, hitting the ground painfully. Your eyelids are half closed but you can see Tartaglia, the one you love, holding your gnosis between his fingers.

Tartaglia was standing a few steps away from your weakened body. The oceanids emerged from the water ready to fight the intruder who had just injured the Hydro Archon. But there was not the fight you expected. You don't know why he didn't finish the job by finishing you off.

Nor does Tartaglia know why he left without a fight. No...in fact he has been tormented by his choice ever since he recognised you in the lake a few days before the Hydro Archon appeared in the courthouse. His feelings for you are real, the ring was meant to make you feel loved and not as bait to take your gnosis. Together you were to become a married couple and be the target of teasing from her family. To be the target of embarrassing questions from his mother who wants to become a grandmother. But Tartaglia had to be loyal to the Cryo Archon, he wanted to and had to for the safety of his family. He chose loyalty over love.

He spared you as a last act of affection.

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Several years had passed since Tartaglia had come to Fontaine. Five years? Perhaps six. He doesn't know. The betrayal he inflicted on you still torments him night and day. He has not been able to rebuild his love life since that moment. He could not fully forgive himself despite his reasoning. He had to do it, he had no choice. Tartaglia's family was sad to see that you were no longer together. "Why?" he was asked. With a wistful laugh he replied, "I hurt her too much to be forgiven."

Tartaglia had no further news of the Hydro Archon, nor of your identity as an adventurer. When Snezhnaya received an official invitation from Fontaine, Tartaglia immediately volunteered. Even if you yell at him when you go to see him in the courthouse, he needs to see that you have been able to heal. He wants to make sure you're okay.

The Eleventh Harbinger walked into the courthouse. The courthouse is worthy of the rumours about the beauty of its interior. The refined architecture of Fontaine is worth a look. The government advisors must be very happy to work in such a royal environment. Tartaglia waited outside the doors leading to the Hydro Archon's throne. A delegation from Snezhnaya also brought gifts to congratulate the Archon of Fontaine. Congratulations on what? Tartaglia had no information about the purpose of this invitation. His blue gaze followed the exit of the procession from Mondstadt, of which Jean was the representative. A frown appeared on Jean's face but she did not linger any longer.

Tartaglia entered the sumptuous hall, but he could not concentrate on the decorations, his attention was on the young boy, looking strangely like you, who stood uncomfortably on the throne surrounded by two councillors. These councillors squinted at Tartaglia's appearance but said nothing. Fontaine's impartiality was not to be tarnished by a grudge against Fatui.

"We thank you for coming to celebrate the ascension of the future Supreme Judge of Fontaine." Reluctantly thanks the right-hand counselor.

"Supreme Judge?" thinks Tartaglia. "Isn't that the honorary title of the Archon Hydron? What happened to Y/N?" the Eleventh Harbinger notices the discomfort of the child forcing himself to stay put at such a young age. His big brother instincts took over and Tartaglia approached the throne under the disapproving gaze of the councilors. To show his goodwill, Tartaglia raised his hands in the air with a joyful laugh.

"You are worrying too much for nothing, I just want to greet the child."

"How rude! You're talking to the Supreme Judge!" the left-wing councillor took offence.

The little boy shyly met Tartaglia's eyes. The Harbinger noticed the child's blue eyes. A similar shade to his own eyes. The child leaned forward, intrigued by the Snezhnaya representative.

"How about playing a little game?" offered Tartaglia.

"A game?" asks the boy.

"Paper, scissors, stone."

The boy nods and pulls his hand out of the big sleeve of his coat. Tartaglia begins to hum the name of the game and then imitates the scissors with his fingers as the boy clenches his fist. The Harbinger smiles brightly as he congratulates the child on winning the game.

"You won, you deserve a reward. What do you want?" asks Tartaglia.

"What I want..." repeats the boy.

"You can ask me anything you want," said Tartaglia.

"I wish my mother were still alive..." replied the boy sadly.

"Enough, we must bring in the other delegations," announced the left councillor coldly.

"Your mother...could she be the previous Supreme Judge?" asked Tartaglia hastily.

The councilors chafed at the Harbinger's intrusive questions. The guards pushed him away from the throne, forming a protective barrier around the boy's throne with their bodies. The Supreme Judge nodded silently, giving him the answer he was looking for.

The boy is your child and you are dead.

[dandelion-sugar]

Hii! I know you just posted that Childe x reader angst like 2 hours ago but I was wondering if you'll make a part 2?? The story just seemed so interesting hshs I'm wondering if the reader will forgive Childe bc she loves him or will she hate him for taking Zhongli's gnosis? That's all! No pressure tho <33

𝑺𝒐𝒖𝒓 『Tartaglia x Archon!Reader』 - Part two

Summary: Reader is the first existing Archon, the one who offered the seven gnosis to the first Archons. She is the "Mother" of the Archons.

Warning: Angst

Author's note : Wow, I'm so glad you liked this story ! I am so touched by your support (✿◠‿◠) ! I hope you enjoy this part two too ~

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For a fortnight now, Snezhnaya has been under violent attacks on its borders. At first it was only Hilichurls and Mitachurls, but as the days went by, the enemies became more numerous and powerful. The Fatui were struggling to protect the borders. Their numerous troops were put to the test. Today is no different. The Ruin Graders are relentlessly raging against the exhausted and wounded soldiers.

Despite the devices put in place by the Fatui, it was not long before the population became aware of their nation's situation. The tense atmosphere of the streets showed the constant anxiety of the inhabitants.

For a fortnight the sky had been rumbling with storms, as if to announce an evil omen. It was only a matter of time before the fighters at the borders could no longer withstand the constant assault. Tartaglia was sent to the battlefield. He had offered himself to The Tsaritsa for two reasons : to be forgiven for believing in you, but above all to forget the look of hatred towards him. Your eyes once filled with love... he could not accept the situation despite his will. Tartaglia still wonders if there is a connection between the invasion attempts at the borders and your sudden disappearance from the cold nation. He wonders what kind of relationship you have with Morax to react so violently to the sight of his gnosis. So many questions in his mind that cannot be answered. How much do you care about Morax to start a war ? Part of him desperately wants you not to be in an intimate relationship.

The throne room where the meeting was being held was buzzing with the terrible scene that had just unfolded. You had just left with the Geo gnosis that they had struggled to capture. Anger and stress crawled through the nervous system of every Harbinger present. It was important to find you, and fast. Signora shouted for any trace of you to be searched in this castle...in all of Teyvat if necessary. Tartaglia stood upright, still in shock. It was the punch in his stomach that brought him out of his vegetative state. Scaramouche gritted his teeth, his eyes burning with annoyance.

"Whether it's Liyue or here, you're still a clown who gets fooled by every woman ! Are you going to stand there with your arms folded and stare into space ?" Scaramouche shouted in frustration.

Tartaglia's hand went for his colleague's collar, almost lifting him off the ground. Tartaglia too felt the weight of stress and fatigue. He was the one who had spent months on this case, who had delivered an ancient god. He was the one who had gone to all this trouble to achieve the ambitions of The Tsaritsa. He was the one who had just been betrayed by the one he was deeply in love with.

The room suddenly turned cold, forcing the eleven Harbingers to look at Cryo Archon. She stood impassive on her throne, a barren expression of life, like the lands of her icy nation. The disappearance of the Geo gnosis did not seem to affect her on the outside, but in reality she shared the fury of her subordinates. Her gaze turned to the large, frost-strewn windows overlooking the snow-capped mountains that formed the landscape of Snezhnaya.

"So this is what she looks like..." thought The Tsaritsa. Her hands tightened their grip on the armrests of her throne.

"Do you know the identity of this woman? Signora asked The Tsaritsa.

"No Archon can fail to know her. She is the first deity to occupy a throne in Celestia. The first Archon." Replied the Cryo Archon.

You look down from the highest mountains of Snezhnaya at the battles you started on the border. This bloodshed, this destruction... memories of the Archon war come back to you. A dark episode in your life but one that was necessary for the sake of human existence. A world dominated by too much divinity is a world where humans cannot thrive. But these very humans, whom she had protected at the cost of bloodshed, rebelled. The proof is in her hand, which contains the Geo gnosis. You wish to recover the Anemo and Cryo gnosis. Should you take back all the gnosis ?

A familiar voice draws you out of your thoughts. The owner of this voice is suffering. You can see him fall to his knees in front of a horde of Ruin Graders. How many had he killed to be covered in his own blood ? An almost affectionate, bitter smile forms on your lips. Tartaglia has always been like this. Fighting gives him a jolt of adrenaline that makes him thrill. This enthusiasm is one of the qualities you have fallen in love with. Love... that feeling that never leaves you. You understand why humans were driven to make risky decisions for love. When you really love, you don't forget it and your instinct is to save it.

Tartaglia kept one eye open for the five Ruin Graders coming towards him. His left eye no longer had the strength to open, reducing his field of vision. The muscles in his arms no longer responded to his silent pleas. His bow lay at his side. Tartaglia no longer had the strength to wield it. Nor did his condition allow him to use his Foul Legacy form. Was this how he was going to lose his life ? Dying in battle... wasn't that the most appropriate death for him ? An exhausted smile curved his lips. If his life was to end now, he wanted to go out with a smile. So he closes his eyes.

But seconds become minutes and nothing hits him hard. The mechanical noises just stopped and only the violent wind of the snowstorm hit his ears reddened by the cold. His right eye opened, discovering with amazement the five Ruin Graders standing upright, no longer moving. A figure from the sky landed in front of the five machines. Your figure. Your flowing outfit makes you look like a deity. Your right hand holds a sceptre with an arc of the seven elements at the end. As much as he wants to spend his day looking at your real face, your emotionless gaze destroys him. For a brief moment he wished he were dead rather than face this absence of love. Tartaglia lets out a low laugh, his face bent to the ground. His fringes prevent you from observing his face in more detail.

"Did you ever love me?" he asks after his painful laugh.

You open your mouth but no sound passes your lips. Your former lover's laughter becomes even more distressing. You can't stop a frown from appearing on your face. You curse these feelings that are hindering your resolve. You take a deep, silent breath, to find the strength to speak to him.

"Ajax. Life is cruel, even more so for a human. You are faced with choices that will forever impact your life. And today, I will force you to choose : will you be with the Cryo Archon or with me ?" you question.

Tartaglia looks up at you hurriedly, incredulous that you could force him to choose between the one to whom he has sworn allegiance or the one person he loves so intensely. His hands clutch the cold, wet fabric of his snow-soaked trousers. You feel a knot form in your throat and twist uncomfortably. The anxiety of waiting is unbearable. You don't know if you are ready to let him go and join the forces of the Cryo Archon. You are not sure you have the strength to kill him if he gets in your way.

But in the face of his lack of response, you already know which way he would go. You crouch down in front of him, caressing his cheek with your fingertips, below his injured eye. The fatigue, the cold and his wounds disappear like magic. Your power healed him. A soft warmth snakes through every fibre of his being. For the first time in a fortnight, he looks at you with his beautiful blue eyes. And for the first time, Tartaglia sees in your gaze the love he thought he had lost, mixed with the sadness of his choice. He regretted not being able to take the path you chose.

"It's a choice that suits you. Your loyalty is one of the qualities that attracted me to you." You confess in a whisper.

"Y/N..." Tartaglia begins before you interrupt him.

"Too bad that loyalty never fully belonged to me."

With your words, you lean towards him, pressing your lips together in a final kiss that brings together all the feelings you can no longer share with him. And before he knows it, you have disappeared again with the five Ruin Graders, leaving him alone on a snowy plain. A single tear rolls down Tartaglia's cheek, unable to stop himself from questioning his choice. "Did I make the right decision ?" this question will surely torment him for the rest of his life. He could only go forward by The Tsaritsa's side, until your paths cross again...and one of you does not come out alive.

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"Mother"

Morax's voice calling you makes you whirl in his direction. Your eyes land on your two sons, covered in a thick cloak that protects them from the bitter cold of the mountain on which you are watching the war you have just launched. Your sons notice your eyes reddened by tears. Barbatos takes you in a comforting embrace, wanting to soothe your sadness. You bury your face in his neck, enjoying the slight relief this affection brings you. After a few seconds, Barbatos pulls away with an affectionate smile, returning to his place beside Morax.

"Mother, are you sure you want to start a new war? Don't forget what happened at Khaenri'ah." Says Morax, his voice showing the seriousness he is showing. Even tired of his role as Archon, he continues to act like one.

"If I am not the one to cast it then Cryo Archon will. The Tsaritsa will launch an attack on Celestia, on me." You answer.

You turn your back on them, your eyes staring at the fighting that tirelessly takes place on the borders. Your divine nature gives you the ability to observe all of Teyvat, and right now your attention is on the progress of your troops.

"It is the role of a parent to scold his children when they do something wrong. It is time for punishment...Yes...these humans need to be reminded that there are beings superior to them." You say with a peaceful, almost mocking smile.

"And it is the role of the big brothers to help correct the younger ones." Says Barbatos with a mischievous smile.

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𝑺𝒐𝒖𝒓 『Tartaglia x Archon! Reader』

Summary: Reader is the first existing Archon, the one who offered the seven gnosis to the first Archons. She is the "Mother" of the Archons.

Warning: Angst, fluff in the beginning, betrayal

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Since the death of five of your children, you have decided to leave Celestia and come to live with the humans, to enjoy the presence of Barbatos and Morax, your two sons still alive. Every week you come to see them to check on them. These moments comfort your heart, which has been in mourning for centuries. The pain of the loss of your other children still hurts with the same intensity.

You still look up at the sky, your hand over your heart, clutching the fabric of your top, succumbing to a slow agony. Time does not heal the wounds, and you know that.

Yet, during this long routine on Teyvat, you have experienced a feeling you never thought you would. A powerful attraction to the eleventh Harbinger, Tartaglia. You had seen the humans fall in love from your throne. You saw them start families, experience moments of togetherness as a couple. Such a story was impossible for you. You are a deity, you had to deal with matters beyond human understanding. You were a very busy person...too busy to save five of your children...

But Tartaglia appeared on your path, like a divine apparition. His joie de vivre awakened a fire in you. Spending time with him allowed your heart to stop suffering from the pain of grief. Your world lit up and you discovered it in a new light. At your obvious happiness, Barbatos could not help but tease you cheerfully when you visited him. Morax smiled at the sight of your eyes sparkling with a blaze of life. It was a relief to see the woman he considered a mother happy. He almost forgot the fatigue of carrying a whole nation on his shoulders.

You and Tartaglia met on the battlefield. Far from the glamour and glitter of a romantic book meeting. You despise the new Archons who have taken the place of your children, you avoid them, not wanting to pay them any attention, you can't bring yourself to say a word to them. Your heart is not yet ready. But you had decided to serve the Archon Cryo anyway. Morax had convinced you to go and see a new Archon for yourself, not to ignore them because of your dead children. Perhaps the new ones had nothing to do with their death.

Your thousands of years of existence give you a considerable edge of experience in combat. It was this dexterity that intrigued Tartaglia. A curiosity that later turned into a mutual attraction.

You have met his family. A large and warm family. They had welcomed you with open arms, teasing Tartaglia about the many letters he had sent that spoke of you. About your beauty, your tastes, your actions that made you adorable in his eyes. "He's totally in love," his mother had whispered to you, unobtrusively. Tartaglia's cheeks were slightly pink, laughing as he changed the subject. Teucer had adored you immediately. He had loved you since his brother's letters, but once he met you, you were his new best friend. A child bursting with joy, and you couldn't help but compare him to Barbatos.

"You'll be a good mother," says Tartaglia, watching you leave Teucer's room.

"My My, I love children and they love me back," you reply, smiling.

You move to the sofa in the living room, snuggling together under a blanket in front of the fireplace. The fire crackled pleasantly. The silence settled comfortably. You close your eyes, enjoying the peace that has been so rare since your arrival in Teyvat. Snezhnaya is the land of the cold, yet in Tartaglia's arms you have never felt so warm. A shaky breath leaves your lips and tears roll down the slope of your cheeks. The sudden wetness on Tartaglia's shoulder immediately alerts him to your condition. His hands come to search your cheeks, caressing your skin to soothe your emotions.

"Y/N what's wrong ? Have I done something wrong ? Are you in pain ?" he asks worriedly.

You tenderly shake your head, indicating that nothing was wrong. You have never felt better. You've always dreamed of this moment that you could share with your lover. With a smile you speak in a voice filled with warm emotion.

"It's nothing, everything is perfect.

Tartaglia's eyes widen discreetly, before softening considerably. His mother was right, he has fallen madly in love with you. In this moment, he knows that his heart beats exclusively for you. His lips connect with yours, exchanging a gentle kiss.

Yet...why...why did he hold Morax's gnosis in his fingers ? How did he get it ? You should not have been present at this scene, it was a meeting reserved for Harbingers. But The Tsaritsa was particularly proud of your skills and had asked you, via a messenger, to attend the meeting to announce your future place among them. Ecstatic, you kept the secret to surprise Tartaglia.

You have never regretted a decision so much in all your life among humans.

"I was Liyue's clown," sighed Tartaglia, a bitter smile on his lips, keeping his eyes on your figure. He was still in shock that you hadn't told him about your appearance here.

"You're already Snezhnaya's clown, it doesn't change you that much," Scaramouche scoffed.

"The gnosis of Barbatos and the gnosis of Morax...the next target will be the gnosis of Baal." Announced The Tsaritsa, paying no attention to the bickering of two of her Harbingers. "Y/N this will be your first major mission, you will be accompanied by Signora and Scaramouche."

The eyes turn to you. But you can only look at the gnosis in The Tsaritsa’s hands, which shines with its golden glow. That glow that taunts you. It plunges you back into this ocean of bitterness. You are terrified. Once again, you have been too busy to realise the situation of your children. Your body can't help but tremble. You are afraid of what your sons have gone through without being able to contact you. They have been independent for millennia but...what if they had needed you at that moment ? How long did you not visit them because you were living your love story ?

Your eyes turned to Tartaglia, the feeling of betrayal reflected in them. Incomprehension marked his face. He is trying to understand why you are like this.

Your right hand rests on your mouth, to hold back the feeling of nausea that stirs in your stomach. Your left hand brushes against your belly, as a pregnant mother would do to protect her unborn child. The angrier Harbingers are annoyed by your attitude. You are the first Archon. You are a mother. And the Archon Cryo had just injured your sons.

Your body straightens, the pressure suddenly building in the room. Your right hand leaves your mouth. Your arm reaches for The Tsaritsa. A strong powerful force rips the gnosis Geo from The Tsaritsa’s hands. The gnosis came to take refuge in the palm of your hand. A comforting warmth emanates from it, the gnosis regains its original owner, even before it belonged to Morax. But this feeling, this warmth, does not reach your broken heart.

"Y/N what's wrong with you?" asked Tartaglia, feeling betrayed.

You sniffle bitterly. How could he feel betrayed when he had just participated in a plan to take Morax's gnosis ? Tartaglia felt paralyzed by the look in his girlfriend's eyes, a look that mixed despair, betrayal and...hatred for him. His heart tightened painfully.

He can only watch you disappear in white, glittering smoke with Geo gnosis.

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