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son of the witch

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She holds you the way she loves you

Valentine's Day 2023 special

Topic: Cuddling and love language of some Genshin women

Type: Suggestive fluff

Characters included: Jean, Lisa, Signora, Ningguang, Ei, Yae

A/n: Yes, I'm late for Valentine's Day but who cares

Jean Gunnhildr's protection

- Jean's love language is mostly doing acts of service and spending quality time together. Her priority was always Mondstadt, whether it be protecting it or governing it. The role of a protector was embedded in her blood and that was evident with how she behaved with her lover as well.

- Jean holds you with a sense of protection all the time, really tight and secure in her arms. She holds you like she holds her nation, with care and responsibility. When you two are out on dates, she's going to be very conscious of your surroundings to make sure you are safe.

- She is an extremely busy person hence she cherishes the time she gets to spend with you. She loves coming home to you even if it's in the middle of the night because she knows you'd be waiting for her, no matter how late. You are the reason she'd make changes to her habits and time management skills.

- Jean is mostly the big spoon whenever you lay on bed together, her arms always circled around your waist securely. It gives her surety that you are right beside her and the scent of your hair tickling her nose gives her comfort from the exhaustion of working all day.

- Jean doesn't realise that she's holding you so tightly at first but once she does; rather than pulling away, she keeps that hold. Though, she will pull away if you are being suffocated. She is very busy and professional so she doesn't allow being affectionate during work hence you mostly cuddle at home in bed.

Lisa Minci's affection

- Lisa's love language is speaking words of affirmation while holding you close. She is very good with words and confident enough to say as well as express them. She has the greatest number of nicknames for you and all of them are very sweet, she's the type to always say something positive and loving to you.

- Lisa is very open in showing her love and care for you, she has few things in life she prioritises and you are one of them. She prefers leading an easygoing life which gives her plenty of time and energy to be with you.

- It wouldn't be a stretch to say that she pampers you a lot, and she does it fully intentionally. If you are someone working a strenuous job then be ready to be held between her chest every day when you come back from work.

- She knows that you love her breasts, be it during sex or just cuddling. She will automatically direct your head to be laid on her soft bosom and hold you tenderly, fingers running through your hair in a soothing manner.

- She will mumble sweet praises to you and occasionally kiss your head as you hold her, sometimes you will feel being treated like a baby but you love it nevertheless and she knows that. Everything is slow, pleasant and tranquil with her. You mostly cuddle either in bed/sofa or in the library with a sweet cup of tea to accompany you.

La Signora/Rosalyne's longing

- Signora's love language is mostly physical touch and spending quality time together. She is a woman who has flames flowing in her body and who prioritises Tsaritsa's goal the most but the moments she gets to spend with you are the moments she'd prefer to remember for the rest of her life.

- The ruthless Fair Lady is surprisingly very touchy with her lover. She appears as unreachable to almost everyone but little do they know how much she yearns to love and be loved. She doesn't shy away from public affection either, but of course she knows the limit.

- She is someone who faced great tragedy and pain; naturally, she is much more reserved on surface but if you truly occupy her heart then she will give her everything to you. She values holding you and feeling you a lot, both suggestively and not.

- Signora is open and fearless, but also elegant and seductive in some instances. Most of the time, she will be the one to cuddle into you from various places but her favorite position is straddling your lap and burying her face in your neck from front. It also gives her easy access to kiss your neck and shoulder.

- She treasures the feeling of your arms around her and the sound of your heart beating through your chest echoes in her ears, satisfying her yearning. She lost a lot of time with her former lover which gives rise to her longing for you but she is unfortunately very busy with work hence why when she returns, she practically jumps into your arms and stays there.

Ningguang's support

- Ningguang is a woman of luxury and hails the title of wealthiest person in Teyvat; naturally, her love language is gift giving and acts of service. The most lavish of gifts fill your room ranging from clothes, jewelry, antiques- you name it, she gets it. And even if you don't say it, she still gets it because that's how she services you.

- The Tianquan of Liyue is busy 24/7 but she isn't the kind to ignore breaks, her priorities are well-sorted and her time management is top-notch. Most of the times you spend together is planned well in advance to be integrated into her schedule. She wants someone to care for her the way she cares for everyone in Liyue.

- Since you live in the Jade Chamber with her, you are more than likely to act as an unofficial secretary giving the two of you plenty of time together. She is a highly reputed person so public affection is rare but in private, she has her compensation whole-heartedly.

- Her favorite place to cuddle is in fact in her office, usually when she's alone or just a few trusted people like Keqing and Ganyu are around. She wants you to be with her through all highs and lows, she wants you to stand beside her the day her Jade Chamber would cloud all 7 nations.

- She loves to cuddle during work, you will be seated on her lap with your back to her front and her head will be comfortably resting on your shoulder while she writes/reads documents. She hums a little melody in her velvety voice near your ear causing you to fall asleep in more instances than one. She will wrap her arms around you and kiss your temple and neck in between, letting you rest further.

Raiden Ei's innocence

- The Electro Archon spent centuries in isolation, so much so that she is quite out of touch with ways of human life. So, she's going to make the most of her time by spending it with you and learning all that she missed whilst simultaneously enjoying being loved. Her love language is quality time and words of affirmation.

- Ei is quite introverted in nature not because she is shy but because she genuinely doesn't know how to lead a normal life as she spent a lot of time in isolation. A lot of progress happened in the time she was away and she couldn't keep up with everything.

- She is someone who lost her dear family and friends a long time ago and then missed to spend time with the people who were still left. She also surprisingly likes to hear praises and encouragement, especially relating to how she's keeping up with mortal life.

- She is innocent in the sense that she doesn't do big gestures but the small things matter to her. You two can be out on a simple walk around Inazuma then decide to settle down under a tree to look at the sunset, she'd suddenly remember reading a similar scene in a light novel that Yae lent her and want to do the same.

- She isn't touchy; she'd keep her hand on yours just to feel you and you in turn go closer and rest your head on her shoulder. Startled by the action at first, she'd soon ease out and rest her head on yours in response and close her eyes, feeling the gentle breeze flow through and your fingers intertwined together.

Yae Miko's mischief

-This mischievous fox cannot keep her hands off of you, her love language is all about physical touch and acts of service (receiving). She will tease you almost every minute of the day in the sexiest ways possible as she adores getting you all flustered.

- She is the Guuji of the shrine so she prefers being treated like one i.e she likes being treated like a queen....JK but she certainly likes being serviced in some way, be it doing her work around the shrine, taking care of the publishing house in her absence and taking her out on dates without her having to ask.

- Her cuddling matches her mischievous nature; she loves catching you off guard. One of her favorite ways to cuddle is when you are seated on the staircase of the shrine and she sneaks behind you then sits down and hangs her legs on your shoulders, lightly wrapping them around your neck and pulling your head back to be laid on her lap.

- She smirks looking at your flushed face in this position but her hands subconsciously tread through your hair very soothingly, you eventually relax into her and comfortably lay back and she lovingly gazes at you. She may be mischievous and seductive most of the time, but she all that you do for her.

- BONUS: Yae in her fox form is innocently mischievous. She knows how much you like seeing her in that form but she doesn't make it easy for you. But sometimes, she gets self-indulgent too. She will hang over your shoulder like a cloth and rub her face against your cheek, it all goes well until she loses balance and falls forward but you catch her in your arms. Now, her belly is exposed to you and you could swear you can see the smirk creep up this adorable creature's face as she snuggles into your palm expecting belly rubs in return~

[shenachigans]

LETTER | Signora/Rosalyne

PAIRING: Signora/Rosalyne x Gn!Fatuus!Reader

CW: angst no comfort, character d3aths (two people are implied to pass away), toxic relationship, reader and Signora are only flings, mentions of su!cide, mentions of smut but not explicitly, Scaramouch makes an appearance.

SUMMARY: You were nothing but a fleeting moment in the Fair Lady’s life, but a single letter caused a permanent scar in her heart, far worse than what Rostam left her. 

A/N: Ask me why I rewrote a fanfic from 2021 in 2023. It’s because I needed to get out of this damn thing called writer’s block <3 This original fanfic was inspired by a convo I had with Kuro about Signora’s death… :( It’s gender neutral but it was written with a female reader in mind. Her Majesty refers to the Tsaritsa and Rostam is Signora’s late lover btw.

WORDS: 2,413

(FANFIC IS UNDER THE CUT!)

Signora… Rosalyne, rather, is a woman who harbors negative emotions. Rostam’s death brought her so much grief, turning her into the misunderstood Crimson Witch. Love rendered Rosalyne miserable, and the burning fire in her heart was too powerful to extinguish. 

It was because of the Tsaritsa that made her who she is today, a cold Harbinger named Signora, the Fair Lady. She devoted herself to the Cyro Archon for vengeance so that she may let her lover rest once and for all. Everything she does is to honor him, and she will continue to do so until she meets him again. 

The power of liquid fire gave Signora a longer lifespan. It was useful for revenge, but it was dreadful when she longed for her lover. They have been apart for so many centuries. But amid her life, someone caught her attention.

You were but a simple Fatuus messenger who served the Sixth Harbinger Balladeer. It was rare for Harbingers to cross paths with one another, much less their servants, but Signora saw you — far more than she could remember. 

She observed you from afar out of pure interest. Perhaps she was bored. Perhaps she found you suspicious, for you were too naive and pure to work for an organization like this. But you were skilled in your field. Your talent juxtaposed your looks, she admits. And so she asked the Tsaritsa to place you in her division, deeming you would be more fit under her wing.

The Fair Lady wanted to keep you. 

The reason: unknown. 

The ambiguity of why Signora took you in soon disappeared. She found herself seeing a part of Rostam in your nature. It was more apparent when she learned of your feelings toward her. Just like Rostam, she would say, of course, not in your presence. She became infatuated with you over time. It wasn’t the same infatuation as your previous lovers, but you welcomed her with open arms. 

How could you deny the woman, who was clearly out of your league? 

When Inazuma closed its borders, your relationship as lovers became official, albeit a secret from the others, though everyone can sense a rather unusual intimate atmosphere between you two. 

You two weren’t like others, not because you were in a relationship with your superior, but because she was indifferent and sought your affection, not you. It may be because of her past — that you didn’t know of — but you pushed the heavy feelings aside as you were grateful to have the privilege to call Signora yours. 

You did everything you could to make her feel loved, and Signora felt like her old self, the young maiden from Mondstadt, Rosalyne: the young woman who was in love with a knight named Rostam. But your time together was fleeting.

The demise of your relationship started when she was assigned to collect the Gnoses per the Tsaritsa’s command. You two became equally busy. Signora became more distant and tense, too focused on the mission as if she had been waiting for this moment. She has, but you didn’t know why. 

Other Fatuus turned their backs on you upon learning your relationship with the Harbinger. It was understandable, but you didn’t receive special treatment. You worked harder than everyone else, and Signora was harsher toward you, pinning every mistake your peers committed. 

Thoughts filled your head, wondering if your relationship with Signora was normal for lovers. All she does is take, take, and take, but not once has she given you the same affection. You tried to understand her, but you were hurting yourself. Even so, you still loved her, because love comes with pain, does it not? Surely, this is only a bumpy road in your relationship.

You were wrong. You knew your relationship was over when Signora requested Her Majesty to place you back in Balladeer’s unit. She didn’t say anything, but her actions told you of her intentions. It hurt how cold she was to you that day as if you weren’t the person she shared her bed with, entangled in each other’s bodies. She acted like your time together meant nothing to her.

As you readjusted to being under Balladeer’s command, not once have you seen Signora. You knew she didn’t want to see you anymore, but your heart did not waver, rather, your heart ached from not seeing her. You were holding onto false hope — hoping she was only distant to remain professional, but you knew she was too busy, or did not bother, to officialize your parting. 

Everything you did was for her, just as everything Signora did was for Rostam. You realized you knew nothing of her past, save for having a lover. You did not know him, what their story was, and how they parted. But you saw longing and love in Signora’s eyes. 

There were times when Signora looked at you with an unrecognizable gaze. Only now did you learn what it was. The ache in your heart was unbearable, knowing you were just someone to fill the hole in her heart, the hole Rostam left. She didn’t love you like you loved her. It hurt so much. But you were meant to be utilized, for you were a tool. A tool has various purposes. Signora merely took advantage of your love to fulfill her needs. 

It was hard to accept, but you tried to, for this was reality. After all, the Fair Lady gave you, a mere Fatuus, an opportunity to become part of her private life. A Harbinger cannot be romantically involved with an underling. Although you can no longer call her yours, it was a privilege you had, and you will forever cherish your time together, because everything you do is for her, regardless of what she saw you as. You were only flings, but your feelings for her will remain eternal.

You just hope she will remember you, even when you no longer live… 

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“What uselessness. Your lover, rather, ex-lover, tried to attack the blonde due to some personal grudge. My plans would’ve gone smoothly if not for their interruption,” Scaramouche grumbled, crossing his arms with a petty scoff. “It wasn’t even a big injury; they bled to death. Her Majesty would’ve had them disposed of were they to survive anyway.” 

Signora was too engrossed in your state to process his words as horrified eyes gazed at your lifeless body before her. Cuts and bruises decorated your skin, and the shine in your eyes was now dull. She had realized you were dead. But somehow, you looked more at peace, as though she could see you smiling at her with glimmering eyes. She felt her heart sink from the thought.

“I could’ve left them where they were, so you owe me, Signora. Alas, you better not linger for too long, you have yet to meet the Shogun,” are the words the puppet told her before swinging the sliding the shoji doors and disappearing to who-knows-where.

It was a déjà vu, a familiar feeling, yet it was different. Signora’s feelings didn’t make sense. You were nothing but a fleeting moment in her life, but the impact you had on her was great. You passed away fighting someone, like Rostam when he fought in the war and lost his life. Only this time, there was a corpse presented before her.

Signora didn’t know how long she towered over your body and bore into your soulless eyes, but it must’ve been a while for salty tears pooled on the bloody tatami mat. And so she fell on her knees as her sobs grew louder. Trembling fingers carefully mounted your head on her chest, cradling you like a newborn child. The growing pool of blood tainted everything around you, including Signora’s precious dress.

Your body was losing warmth each second, and she was desperately holding onto everything that was left. Signora received everything you had. She wishes you keep your warmth. You can’t throw it away like some fool, but she knew it was too late. Your fingertips were as cold as her delusion’s powers. 

The last time she cried, tears of amber rolled down her cheeks, turning her into the Crimson Witch as liquid fire consumed her. But here she was, weeping salty tears like a human being. Does a part of her humanity still linger within her? Was this your doing? It was a bittersweet feeling, she admits. But she remembers you’re no longer with her. Your bright soul is gone because of her.

“You fool! I… I couldn’t even say goodbye…”

The woman you gave your heart to let her walls down as she grieved, her heart tightening from the pain. 

But didn’t she use you? Why would she grieve for a pawn she used? She couldn’t possibly have the right to mourn for you when your death is the consequence of her actions, her indifference. 

Signora hugs you close as she rocks on her knees like a mother hushing her crying child. But she was crying, and you were hushed, still and cold, stinging her skin. Only your blood remained warm, but it was soon drying up, becoming as cold as you, further bringing pain to her heart.

Is this Celestia’s punishment for going against the heavenly principles? Must her life be full of woe? 

Signora’s sobs resonated around the room, grief apparent in her cries, hugging you tighter and tighter, refusing to let you go until her fingers brushed against a tattered letter from your coat’s pocket. Tears soaked her attire to clear her vision and grab the letter. 

Her stomach churned as she saw to whom it was for. It was for her. 

Dear Signora,

I never got to know your real name, My Lady. I didn’t want to pry by asking, but your name must be beautiful. It’s a shame, really. I would’ve loved for your name to fall from my lips. It would’ve been intimate of us, don’t you think? Alas, we weren’t meant to be. I understand you have your reasons for being distant and for using me. It was painful — for the woman I love does not reciprocate my feelings — but I hold no grudge, nor regret giving my life to you. I’m honored to have been able to give you my love. I will forever cherish the fleeting moments we shared. 

I’m writing you this letter to officialize the goodbye we never had. The moment I was brought back to my unit, I knew we were over, but I hoped you would come back for me. It was a foolish thought, I know, but it’s funny now that I think about it. I really am in love. And I keep hoping for something impossible because my feelings are strong for you, My Lady. Please don’t feel burdened. I say this because, as much as you try to hide it, and it may be presumptuous of me, but you care. You may not love me, but I can feel your caringness toward me. I’m grateful. I truly am.

Now, if ever you read this letter, it means I’m no longer alive. I made sure of it. It would be a miracle if you even found this letter. Please don’t misunderstand the situation. I wavered a duel with the traveler for a reason. Even if I came back unscathed, which would be another miracle, my life would be terminated by Her Majesty for my disobedience. I don’t dare to take my own life. Frankly, I wish to say I’m tired, My Lady. I simply do not find joy in being alive anymore and wish to rest. I’ve been planning for this moment for a long time, even before I met you, so please don’t blame yourself for my death. I admire how you still have that will within you. The reason must be to avenge someone you loved, no? I apologize for doing some background work on your history, albeit not finding much, but I wanted to know more about you. 

I hope you succeed, My Lady. I wish for you to lay off your burdens and find peace. I want to thank you for making my life bloom with color before I left. Therefore, I have no regrets in life. Although without your permission, allow me to say I love you. I may have never said these words in front of you, and have been contemplating whether or not to say them, but I was too late to decide. Thus, I end my letter with my declaration of love and parting.

I love you so much, My Fair Lady.

— Your former Fatuus underling.

The letter fell from her grasp as she drowned in grief, the ink drowning in her tears, rendering the paragraphs illegible. Was she so distant that you dared not sign your letter intimately? You even addressed her formally, as if it was a report. Why did you stay with someone like her? She knew why, but she refused to acknowledge it. You loved her so much that you put yourself and your pain aside to please her and let yourself get used.

Signora cups your face, gently pressing her warm lips against your forehead, your eyes, your nose, your cheeks, until your cold lips meet with hers. How your lips cuddled against hers, oh so perfectly. Only now did she realize how warm your kisses were, how you would smile and blush, even if it was a quick peck. Those kisses were your kisses, they weren’t Rostam’s.

She was responsible for your death, Signora assures. You may have been planning it for a long time, but her ignorance caused the last blow. Had she not exploited you, you might've still been breathing, and happy with someone who deserves you, someone who would devote their life to you, someone who would love you as you loved her. You were the flower she poisoned and left to wither due to her actions…

Signora truly did not deserve someone like you.

“My name is Rosalyne. Please say it, my name. Please speak, please…”

A blood-chilling cry of grief filled the room when you remained silent, unable to utter the name you yearned to say. You were gone, truly gone. She killed you.

Rosalyne didn’t choose you because you were an image of Rostam. She chose you because you made her feel human. But she was blinded, not realizing the truth behind her emotions.

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“Rosalyne!”

It wasn’t you; it was Rostam.

A/N: For those confused with the ending, Signora follows canon events, which means she's...

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[themissinghand]

Genshin Impact: Queen's Guard Dog [2]

Part 1!

Summary: In which you are Tsaritsa’s closest retainer and servant, the one who is at the Queen’s beck and call.

You are Brighella, the Queen’s Guard Dog.

Or, the Harbingers treat you a bit differently, and you take advantage of that.

Pairing: La Signora, Scaramouche, Sandrone, Pierro, Tsaritsa x GN! Reader

Note: Part 2 and final part of this series, I won’t do other Harbingers since I don’t really know how to write them. Hope you enjoy!

Part 2 is slightly darker than part 1 in terms of themes, but nothing too serious.

Warning: Mentions of violence and toxic behaviors.

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To Signora, you are a sharp sword, a trusted ally on missions in service to Her Majesty Tsaritsa.

You've pledged your loyalty to the Tsaritsa, and with your streak of successful missions, there is no one to doubt your abilities.

Sometimes, there's a hint of playful teasing in your voice when you approach Signora, where you jest about treating her as you would to Her Majesty.

“My lady.”

When you bow before her presence, or when you knelt before her very feet, the power she feels is tantalizing, but who is she to deny?

Your offer, dangerous yet tempting, is nothing but a little gambit. It's clear that your loyalty runs deep, even if it means taking drastic actions to please Her Majesty.

Signora have heard the times where you were much violent and malicious, but even now the shadow of your past still lingers.

On her first and only mission with you, it was a moonless night.

You and Signora embarked on a covert mission together, cloaked in shadows and secrecy. Your destination was a den of conspirators who dared to defy Her Majesty Tsaritsa’s rule.

As you infiltrated their hideout, your sharp senses and honed skills ensured that you moved with deadly precision.

In the midst of this operation, Signora observed your ruthlessness firsthand.

“Why hello there.”

A snap, followed by screams.

Those who disobeyed Her Majesty's orders were met with swift and uncompromising justice. Your actions were as cold as the steel of your blade, leaving no room for mercy when it came to protecting the interests of the Crown.

Signora, who had witnessed countless battles and covert operations, couldn't help but be both impressed and slightly unnerved by your unwavering dedication. She saw the depths of your loyalty, the lengths to which you would go to safeguard Her Majesty's reign.

As you and Signora emerged from the shadows, victorious in your mission, there was a palpable tension in the air.

You had a gentle smile on your face, as if you were on a leisurely walk. There were no stains of red on you, maintaining your professionalism and elegance.

“Dear Lady, I hope I haven’t disgusted you with my actions.” You pull out a handkerchief and gently wiped the blood by her lips.

You leaned close until Signora pushed you aside while rolling her eyes.

But you were unfazed by Signora’s action, for you think they are cute and quite adorable.

Like a cat who likes to scratch.

A successful mission as always, and just like usual, you fade away in the shadows to be by Her Majesty’s side.

Signora couldn't help but ponder the dangerous duality of your character—a loyal and deadly weapon in service to Her Majesty Tsaritsa.

How frightening it would be if you were a double-edged sword.

To Scaramouche, you are a mask.

A mask that hides your true self.

A mask that you can put on others.

You play a unique role in his life, akin to that of a father figure.

You take care of him exceptionally well, providing support and guidance when needed. From the moment he joined, you were an inspiration, a listener, and a trainer.

Yet, Scaramouche knows your care is driven by pity. After all, he has told you many things (even when you told him nothing).

So what?

“My dear Balladeer.”

When he calls for you, you answer.

The Balladeer wears this knowledge with a smug demeanor, as if your special attention validates his worth.

“I would never betray you.”

The little head pats and the little nods. The cheeky little smile and the gifts he received.

“Happy birthday my little Balladeer.”

“Let this day be your birthday.”

With your special attention, it felt like a drug, something to keep him content in this dirty world.

You possess the remarkable ability to shapeshift into the very people he's encountered in his life, indulging in his elaborate fantasies.

“I’ll kill you!” Scaramouche cackled as tears flowed down his face, as a sword plunge deep into the Lord of Electro, Bal’s chest.

Blood spilled, but his laughter subsided.

Seeing Bal’s dead body brought so much pain but so much relief.

You brought him close to you in an intimate hug.

“Good job, my little Balladeer.”

Together, you both create a fake reality, one that you both know is built on falsehoods and pretense. It's a charade that you willingly participate in, if only for a fleeting moment.

A mask is easily put on, as it is easily taken off, you play this game of pull and push well.

But Scaramouche doesn’t mind, for he is too far in with this drug of yours.

But an illusion will forever be fake, and just like this relationship, it will never be real.

To Sandrone, you are a rose.

Something so beautiful yet deadly.

As the annual tradition went, Brighella entered Sandrone’s sanctuary of automatons, a place where gears and mechanisms whirred harmoniously, creating a symphony of mechanical marvels.

“My dear Sandrone. It’s that time of year again.”

“Brighella.”

Sandrone greeted you with a gleam of excitement in her eyes, for she had a unique fascination with you.

"I’ve been waiting for you," Sandrone smiled, her gaze locked onto you.

"You never change. I wish my automatons could be as pretty as you."

Her words were flattering, and as you stood there, she couldn't resist the urge to touch your face and body.

“You say that every time.” You responded and leaned forward to indulge her.

Her fingers moved with a delicate curiosity, as if seeking to understand the secrets of your agelessness.

From your eyes, to your nose and lips, she gently traced them with her hand.

With a sly smile, you decided to play along.

You took a delicate necklace from your pocket, and with a mischievous glint in your eye, you carefully tied it around Sandrone’s neck. As your fingers brushed against her skin, you leaned in closer, your lips almost touching her ear.

"Shall we take this elsewhere?" You whispered, your voice carrying a hint of playful suggestion.

Sandrone’s eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and anticipation dancing within her.

But how could she dare covet something that belongs to the Crown?

“Your Highness, I wouldn’t dare.” She says, though her hands drop to your neck, slowly tracing your collarbone as if she was a sly snake.

“A shame.”

You pull back with a cat-like smile, and she showed a face of frustration for a moment before dissipating.

“Now, shall we get to work?” You extend a hand, and she accepts it greedily.

“Yes, Your Highness.”

If only you could be her marionette, how nice would it be?

To Pierro, you are a candle.

“Do you seek revenge?”

A light burning so bright in his life.

Khaenri'ah.

Pierro remembers Brighella as a mysterious figure, yet a figure of power and privilege.

The Immortal, is what people called (worshipped) you as, and Pierro never understood why.

Until he saw the Immortal go against the Gods.

An indescribable, impossible scene of the battle of immortals.

But you fell from grace, as if the heavens were not by your side.

That was the last he saw you.

His light flickered and died.

At least that was what he thought.

In those tumultuous days, where he thought it was the end, you extended a hand to him, a hand filled with promise and a hint of mischief.

“The Immortal? But you perished?!”

With a wave of your hand in front of your face, you changed your appearance from a fallen warrior to a clean butler’s appearance.

“‘I’ have perished. But who says ‘I’ cannot be reborn?”

Brighella smiled, a smile that held secrets and intentions known to no one.

“My name is Brighella, won’t you come with me and defy fate?”

It was an offer of partnership, an invitation for Pierro to seek revenge together.

Who was he to deny?

Pierro, brave and determined, took that hand without hesitation. Pierro had never regretted that decision.

You two had a transactional relationship, a give and take as you will.

It may seem distant, but to the both of you, it was enough to get work done.

Time connects the two of you like a thread, and even if Pierro wishes to, he couldn’t stay away from you.

Because he was like a moth to a flame.

You who shined so brightly, and him who would protect your light. Taking on your tasks in secret and ensuring you have the best of everything.

Over the years, your paths diverged, and Pierro went through profound changes. Life molded Pierro into someone unrecognizable from the man Pierro once was.

Yet, you remained unchanged. Time seemed to have no hold over you.

You was the constant in Pierro's ever-evolving world, a mysterious figure who transcended the years.

Perhaps that was your role, to be the remnant of the past.

A reminder of their purpose and their reason.

And Pierro didn’t want that to change. Ever.

To Tsaritsa, you were like a mirror.

A mirror that revealed who she truly was beneath the crown and the title.

One who had traversed the world and learned of the dirty secrets just as she did.

“You called for me, Your Majesty?”

Tsaritsa saw not just followers but molds, reflections of a world that had shaped her reign.

Tsaritsa sat on top of her throne with elegance, her expression as cold as ice.

“Brighella, report to me on the Harbingers.”

You smile, one of professionalism and acknowledgement.

“Of course, Your Majesty.”

Out of all of her subordinates, you who have stayed by her side since eternity, are the only one she ‘trusts’ the most.

You were her shadow, her sword, her ever-vigilant guard dog, and no one else could lay claim to what was rightfully hers.

Not even the other Archons could dare to lay your hands on you.

“Your Majesty, may I?”

Tsaritsa returned a nod, and you quickly ascended the steps to her stone and knelt by her feet.

You glanced up, admiring the cold beauty of your master before lowering your eyes to her feet.

Tsaritsa never understood why, perhaps it was your shrewd nature or your hidden desire. Or was it your pursuit for power?

Even now, she could not fully comprehend your heart.

However, she has your loyalty.

Your loyalty was a pledge sealed with unwavering dedication. That was all Tsaritsa required of you.

A gesture that transcended words, you kissed her feet as a symbol of your eternal bond, a testament to the power of their connection in a world where power was everything.

“Your Majesty, I am your guard dog. Use me as you see fit.”

You smiled so brightly, only with her, as she is the only one that can understand you.

“I’ll bring the world down to your feet.”

[mi-dori]

Yearning for your affection

Prompt: As the first child of Arlecchino, her biological one, you tend to accompany your father everywhere she goes, even to Fatui meetings. Most of your time is spent in Snezhnaya and because of this, you fell in love with the 8th Harbinger but given your rank, you knew she would never feel the same way.

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of death, reader losing her mind.

A/n: It's been a while since I've written for the Fair lady and I added an oc to make the story more interesting

LA SIGNORA X READER

Fatui meetings were always pleasant in your eyes; mostly because you get to see her. She was the most amazing jewel in your life- or so you always tell your best friend, Midori.

La Signora was known throughout the Nation and all of Teyvat as a cold, mean witch but you couldn't care less. She never showed you a bad face but she hardly ever looked your way. It did break you and motivate you at the same time. You were warned by your father not to fall in love but one cannot stop the heart from loving.

Midori and you were both Fatui trainees under Arlecchino as well as her daughters with you being the biological one and Midori being the one she adopted. With the two of you being the oldest, you were tasked with dangerous missions most of the time. The missions were always successful, thanks to your strength and skills and Arlecchino couldn't have been more proud. As time went by, both of you were being noticed by the Harbingers and soon, even the Tsaritsa acknowledged your strength.

"Lady Signora is beautiful."

"You've told me that for the millionth time today," Midori rubbed her temples in frustration, which made you snicker a bit. Of course you do this just to irritate her.

"I know but her beauty deserves to be acknowledged by everyone. Even father can agree to it."

"Father only agrees so you would shut up." Playful banters like these always made your day after an interaction with Signora. Every day you would compliment her and even gift her flowers to which she'd give you a slight smile- one barely noticeable but atleast you got a reaction out of her.

"Y/n, you know Lady Signora's story right? I think you should give up," a frown etched it's way onto Midori's face.

"Give up? Me? I am the child of The Knave, I will not give up, even to my last breath. I love her so much. If I were in a room filled with art work, I'd stare at Lady Signora every day."

"Gross." You flipped Midori off as she laughed but the laughter was cut short when a maiden informed you that you both were being summoned in the Tsaritsa's room.

Immediately, a sudden chill went down your spine and the two of you quickly made your way to the room where Lady Signora was seated. All the air was taken out of your lungs as you stared at the captivating beauty that she is. Midori nudged you and you bowed to them both.

"Rise. Have a seat." A firm but gentle order. You took a seat next to Lady Signora who glanced at you then turned away. "Midori, Y/n, I have summoned you both here today because of a high class mission. The Balladeer has failed to retrieve the electro gnosis and I am sending one of you along with Signora to complete the task. Which one of you will do it?"

A million thoughts rushed through your head. 'Can I do this?' 'Lady Signora will be there. I'll definitely fail.'

As if reading your thoughts, Midori raised her hand. "I will do it, your majesty. Rest assured, I will bring back the gnosis as well as ensure the safety of Lady Signora."

The Tsaritsa hummed in satisfaction. "Well then, please leave as soon as you can." With a bow from the three of you, you existed the room.

"Midori, I do hope you won't slow me down. Otherwise I'll leave you and do it alone. Come meet me by the gates when you're ready." As Signora left, you stared at the way her hips moved from side to side, imagining the way it'd look in your ha-

"Is that the woman you'd kill for?"

"Yes. And you better do too. Please protect her." You looked at her seriously and she smiled sincerely.

"If that's the woman you'd kill for, then I'll kill for her too. Don't worry, your lady and the gnosis will return." With that, Midori hugged you and for a moment you didn't want to let go as an uneasy feeling settled within your stomach. Midori left to meet Signora and you watched as the two disappeared into the vast snow.

A couple of days has passed since you last heard from them. You were uneasy, restless, a feeling that something happened bubbled up in your mind. Even your Father had began to notice how distraught you were.

A knock had come from your door and you opened it, coming face to face with Arlecchino. "Father," you greeted with a bow.

"Come. The Tsaritsa summoned us both to her room. Signora is back."

A smile beamed upon your face and you excitedly hopped to the Tsaritsa's office. Upon opening the door, a gloomy atmosphere was present and the Tsaritsa held the electro Gnosis in her hand. "Your Majesty, Lady Signora, I see the mission has been completed. Congratulations and welcome back." Your cheerful bubbly voice resounded through the room.

Signora turned her face away, not wanting to see your reaction to the news that was yet to be delivered. "Sit you two." You and Arlecchino sat down.

"The task that was given has been completed. The gnosis has been retrieved and the Balladeer is nowhere to be seen. Overall the mission was successful however... we lost something while gaining our objective."

Confusion etched upon your face but Arlecchino's face said it all. "Where is Midori?"

Silence. It was dead silent. No one dared to said a word until the Tsaritsa broke it. "She is no more. I'm sorry Arlecchino."

Your smile immediately dropped. It took a few seconds to process what was heard. Your eyes widened as your breathing started to get un-even. "She's dead? She's... dead..."

Your breathing got louder and you gripped your head, sliding down the couch, hot tears running down your face. Memories of Midori flashed through your mind before it was all shattered and all you could see was red. You wanted to cry, but it wasn't coming out, all that came out was shortened screams, not even a complete scream could have been formed. "How did she die? How... how..."

"Y/n." Arlecchino's comforting hand pressed against your back but you slapped it away. In a few seconds you were out the door, not saying a word to anyone and you found yourself in your room once again.

All the tears spilled and the screams finally came. Lifting tables and throwing it across the room, you screamed and cried, as if it would bring your sister back. Signora looked for you and she heard all the commotion, she knew how badly you were hurt but she couldn't bring herself to open the door knowing she's at fault for Midori's death.

Slowly by slowly you felt your sanity slip away and when you were done, your room was thrashed and your hands were bleeding from all the broken glass. Arlecchino came in your room and hugged you. It was the first time you saw your father show you affection. "She's gone... there's nothing we can do to bring her back... the only thing that's left are the memories and her possessions. Cherish them well." No words could've formed in your mouth, just broken sobs and pained gasps.

A tear slipped past Signora's eyes as she peeked from behind the door. Never in all the years she's known you, has she seen you so broken and defeated and it pained her as well. Midori and her had deep conversations and they were all about you and because of that, Signora now realised how much you yearned for her affection but how could she give it now? When all that's left is a broken person; however, learning from her past, she won't let you slip away into the madness and she sure as heck isn't letting you go.

A heavy snow storm passed as everyone Fatui stood by the closed coffin. As it was being lowered and covered up, you stared mindlessly into the sky. You were quiet. Not even the sound of your breathing could be heard. Despite the unusual cold, you were only dressed in a black suit, no coat or anything to keep you warm. Compared to everyone, you were almost naked.

Slowly by slowly as everyone paid their respects and left, you were the last to stay. "You left me. I'm alone now. I should've been the one to go. I'm sorry... what will I tell the little ones? Who will be there with me to irriate father? I'm happy you found eternal peace, Midori."

Suddenly, a coat was wrapped around your body and you were pressed up against a warm body. "I'm here for you now. You're not alone." Signora had her hand wrapped around you and her head leaned on your shoulder. The coat engulfed the two of you perfectly. Midori must be punching the air right now. She was the one who managed to convince Signora to give you a chance but not like this.

A warm kiss was pressed against your cheek. Her lips lingered there for a moment before she left the coat to get closer to the grave. She wore a black long dress, with a slit coming up her thigh. She looked stunning but you were too broken to even think about that.

However, you had someone who was willing to put you back together and this was just the beginning of your love story with the fair lady.

[stavroart]

hehe

[why-am-i-here-someone-save-me]

Holy shit Luci wrote something for the first time in *checks history* JANUARY FIRST JESUS CHRIST-

um anywayssss. Have some Signora content because we stan a girlboss in this household-

TW: Signora is dead, technically SAGAU, Reader is implied to be a deity/supernatural entity, character death, flower symbolism, platonic relationship between characters

Flowers & Fated Reunions

The woman knew she had died. That much she was certain of. In a way, she supposes it wasn’t too painful of an end. It was certainly less painful than many of the deaths she had been responsible for carrying out through her life. The electro energy had killed her before the sting of the blade could reach her. But if she was dead, then where was she? The place she found herself in seemed to stretch on forever in all directions. What might have been a sky was nothing more than a featureless white void, contrasting boldly with the scenery that surrounded her. For as far as she could see there were beautiful purple flowers blooming and swaying in an unseen breeze. They were gorgeous, but unfamiliar. She had amassed no small amount of knowledge over her long lifetime, and yet she could not begin to recognize this strange flowers.

“Lovely aren’t they?”

She whirled around, her eyes locking onto the form of the one who’d spoken, the guarded light in her eyes fading slightly as she recognized them. A million questions filled her head, and yet the words that escaped her lips were not one of them. “What are they?”

The familiar (e/c) eyes broke away from the field of flowers and met Rosalyne’s, filled with a warmth she had not felt in a very long time. “They are purple hyacinths. They are considered a symbol of a love ill-fated…” The creator’s eyes returned to the vast landscape of violet petals once again. After a brief moment of silence, they spoke once again, softer this time. “Such a flower seems to represent your story all too well, doesn’t it?”

Before Rosalyne could answer they knelt down and cupped one of the many blooms in their hand, a bitter smile on their face. “…I’ve never really liked them. To love so deeply, only to lose it… Isn’t it just too cruel? Perhaps some believe it better to have loved and lost it than to have never loved at all. But I have never been able to share such sentiments.”

The flower seemed to start to wither in the hold of the creator, as if it knew it was unwanted, the countless other plants that grew around them beginning to do the same. In mere moments the endless field was nothing more than a barren stretch of earth, the purple flowers having left no trace of themselves behind. The creator stood and turned to the woman, eyes full of light and a small smile on their lips.

“Perhaps they ‘La Signora’ yes, but you are more than that alone. You never overcame the loss of your loved one, but neither did you ever give up on that love. Not once did your affections falter, not once did you hesitate to follow through with that which you believed would return him to you. You loved, you lost, and thought it is a part of you; you are far more than that alone; you are Rosalyne.”

The creator knelt down once more, motioning for the other woman to do so as well. They reached out and laid their hand upon the soil, a faint warmth filling the area before, quite suddenly, sprouts began to emerge from the empty earth. Sprouts quickly became stems, growing taller as buds began to form. Before long the new buds bloomed, small rounded flowers hanging down from the stem which bent to the side under their weight. The petals were a soft white, and although she was not sure why, a sense of longing that she had carried for so long she’d forgotten it was even there lifted from her heart. Hesitantly she reached out and brushed her fingertips against the blossoms, the softness of the petals calming the racing questions that filled her mind. These flowers were also unfamiliar to her, yet they brought a sense of peace to her that she could not help but relish in.

“…They are known as the Lily of the Valley. While purple hyacinths might represent La Signora, they are not destined for you Rosalyne. The Lily of the Valley stands for a returning happiness, the reunion of love that was once lost. They stand for the next chapter in your story.”

The flowers began to sway more fervently as the once gentle breeze grew stronger, the sound of the creator’s gentle laughter dancing within the wild winds.

“You’ve kept him waiting long enough, don’t you think? The two of you belong together after all, so there’s little point in lingering here.”

Rosalyne felt the field begin to grow distant, as though she were seeing it through a foggy mirror. The creator embraced her as the surroundings steadily faded away.

“It’s okay Rosalyne. You can take off your mask now. It’s okay.”

The rest of the world faded away into a soft white light, before she felt herself drift off into a dreamlike sleep.

———

(E/c) eyes slowly opened and adjusted to the light, a yawn escaping from their form as the sat up. A bittersweet smile formed on their lips as they caught sight of a familiar white flower in the corner of their eye. Turning towards it they sighed softly. They hadn’t been able to save Rosalyne, but at least they had done what they could to help her find peace.

A/N: It’s ya gurl Luci back writing apparently! Is this an official return to writing fanfiction, or is it a one time thing? Hell if I know! I guess only the future will tell. Regardless, we stan Rosalyne reuniting with her bby in this blog! @dunno-why-im-here-either yuyu i wrote a thingy again how much worse did my writing get after my hiatus I need to know plz-

[freeros]

[sockendrache]

Headcanon that the Tsaritsa is perpetually crying

Hear me out:

for some reason I imagine that the Tsaritsa is constantly crying- not even with the typical ‘crying noises’. Just, always shedding tears.

1, because it makes me feel all mushy to imagine the Archon of Love constantly crying for her people

2, because it’s kinda funny

Y’know. Snezhnaya is fucking COLD, Childe says you ‘freeze to death’ if you keep standing around. So her tears just freeze instantly and fall on the ground like little glass pearls, and whenever the Tsaritsa goes you just hear the constant clatter of her tears

Imagine if she really just can’t control it, and she’s having some kinda serious meeting with her Harbingers, while the space on the table before her just slowly fills up with frozen tears.

(Dottore keeps reaching over and grabbing a few of them to snack on. Pierro thinks it’s inappropriate to consume the tears of her Majesty, the Tsaritsa doesn’t mind; she’s got plenty to go around.)

People slip on them all the time (most notably Childe lol) because the whole floor in the Palace is covered in them.

Imagine if she has to leave Snezhnaya for some kinda diplomatic bullshit, like. She’s meeting up with Zhongli in Liyue to, idk, discuss their contract, and Zhongli invites her to some tea.

So, they’re sitting in like, idk, Xinyue Kiosk and do important business talk. Xiao squats out on the roof incase something happens (wasn’t Zhongli’s idea. Xiao just showed up and he didn’t have the heart to turn him away.) Childe and Signora sit on either side of the Tsaritsa. Awkward doesn’t even begin to describe it.

Then... her Majesty clears her throat. “This... tea.”, she says, staring at the cup with an expression that could be disgust or curiosity. Or both- probably both.

“...yes? Is there something wrong with it? It is a herbal blend from-”

“No, no, it’s quite lovely. But... is it just me, or does it have a slightly... salty note?”

Zhongli looks stunned. (Salty Herbal tea?? Xiangling might be interested in this)

 Next to her, Signora does that ‘nose exhale’ laugh.

Childe slowly puts down his chopsticks (he’s not eating anything. just... practicing.), looks between the cup of tea and her Majesty.

“...your Majesty. The tea is salty because you’re crying right into it.”

“Ah. Yes, I suppose that’s the case.”

Zhongli pours her a new cup of tea. Signora wordlessly starts freezing the Tsaritsa’s tears before they ruin her tea again. Childe (not so subtly) collects the frozen tears in a bag for Dottore to eat later.

Xiao is still sitting on the roof.

[silvifyy]

Some harbinger doodles I did while testing out new pens :D

[placiotrash]

This is what happens when you let Childe talk about Zhongli for too long. The absolute disgust they feel is immeasurable and their day has been ruined.

[7villian7]

[kurogane2512]

Kuro your Signora fics are so good 😩 can i please request more fics! nsfw, fluff, anything you want just more Signora please i love her so much

Thank you so much anon🥺 lemme tell you a little indulgent thought I have had about her for a while 😏

I would have posted this much earlier but I was contemplating to make it a themed post and include other characters too buuuut it was thought with Signora in mind initially so here it is hehe~

18+ CONTENT MDNI

Game: Genshin Impact

Characters: La Signora x fem!reader

Type: Smut (needy Signora, masturbation, pillow grinding and humping)

There's something really hot about powerful and authoritative women becoming needy and desperate in bed with their loved one, even more when the said women value grace and elegance a lot so they feel 'sinful' for indulging in their desires this way. Signora is easily the epitome of this; she holds great power, authority and always carries herself with confidence and pride. She is used to been in control of what she does, having plenty of subordinates to order around and do things her way as long as the right results are obtained.

But what happens when the elegant Fair Lady becomes really desperate for relief? It's not that she can't hold back, mind you she had completely given up on these feelings for centuries. But that's exactly what makes her so needy at present now that she has a partner she loves and holds dear. In public, she's still the Harbinger who represents the strongest nation in Teyvat. But behind closed doors, she's a broken woman who craves love so much.

Needless to say, her sex drive would be rather high for the most part. There's so much she does all day that at the end she just wants to curl up in bed and grind against you, scissor your clits together all night. Once she's satisfied at night, she can easily spend the next day working her ass off for the Tsaritsa without a hint of stress. She knows she'll get to release it with you later that day, she looks forward to it so much.

So, what happens when you aren't there for her? Been assigned a mission which makes you leave for another nation? She thought she could handle herself just like how she did for centuries before meeting you; but what is this frustration gathering in her? Why is she continuously calling your name for things you usually do, only to realize you aren't there? Why does she miss you so much? She hates this.

She hates having to lie down on her bed alone, the same bed that she slept on by herself for centuries yet feels empty now. She hates how she can't sleep at night without thinking back to your time together, how your hands touched her body and pleasured her. But she knows what this feeling is, she knows she's fallen in love with you deeply that she's missing you this way. No wonder she hugs your pillow every night now, your scent still lingers on it and she somehow satisfies herself with just that.

But it has been weeks now, and she hasn't seen you or touched you at all. She's growing restless, her frustration takes a toll and she wants to let it out. That's how one night she found herself trying to finger her own cunt, rubbing her clit and scissoring her walls the way you do, trying to imagine your fingers in her place. But it wasn't working, she can't feel the same stimulation from her rough and burned hands.

She becomes annoyed and wraps her legs around your pillow, ultimately giving up. That's when she accidentally shifts closer and rubs against the pillow, feeling unexpected stimulation. She contemplates and does it again, gradually feeling aroused from the act. In no time, she finds herself with her panties removed and needily grinding the pillow. She feels so dirty, how could she become so desperate that she's rutting against your pillow now.

But she can't help it, not when the pillow feels a little too much like you. She is on top of it now, straddling it the same way she straddles you. In her mind, she's looking down at you, imagining your pleasured face as she rubs and grinds your clit with hers. But in the back of her mind, she knows you aren't there. Whiny moans and whimpers leave her mouth, she shifts closer and is humping the pillow now.

"Y/n~ Y/n....C-Come back....I need you- Aaah~ Y/n!!~"

She chants your name as she desperately ruts the pillow now, her slick has long coated the pillow cover and she hates that she'd have to wash it now. In her needy string of thoughts, an idea occurs to her. She ponders for a moment before eventually giving in to her desires and gets up to walk towards her cupboard. She finds one of your shirts, it's white in color so it works perfectly.

She knows this is wrong but she's no longer in her senses now. She brings over the shirt and spreads it on the pillow she was so desperately humping before straddling it just like before. Oh Archons, she can't hold back anymore. Now she feels even closer to you, she can see you wearing that shirt. Her hips start grinding before she knows, more whines and moans of your name echoing in the room.

She leans down and hugs the pillow closely, imagining it's your head laying between her supple breasts. How did she come to this? When did the Fair Lady become so unable to live without you? She's so lost in her desperate hunt for release that she ends up squirting all over the shirt, loudly moaning at the release as her juices spill on your shirt.

She pants and comes down from her high, feeling euphoric and sufficiently satisfied for now. But her satisfaction is soon replaced with sheer guilt and embarrassment as she looks down to see her cum spread all over your shirt, thank the Tsaritsa it was a white shirt so the stains aren't so prominent. But for that moment, she can see them well and she feels so sinful, unforgivable.

Her hand flies to her mouth as she gasps looking at her cum stains on your shirt. Before she knows it, she's quickly washing it to remove even the smallest droplet and any smell of her arousal. Her face is red, her cum is still dripping down her thighs but she needs to wash your shirt first. She ends up hiding the shirt deep in her cupboard so that you never find it, even if you won't be able to tell from the appearance of what that shirt was used for, she knows she can't look at you the same way again if you wear it from now on.

She prays you'll never find it, or worse never find out about her sinful act.

[pyrateko]

Pretty Harbingers <3

[chilumitos]