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Hi this doesn't necessarily have to be a request but what do you think about the concept of dating abyss prince!aether? I think it's a very interesting concept especially since we as fans only know so much.

i was going to write this as a request, but i feel like i wouldn't be able to accurately express how strongly i feel about this in such a structured manner LMAO

so here we go Messy Format, i am so sorry y'all, i've been lacking lately... i promise i'll do better,,

anyways, abyss prince!aether x gn!reader below the cut <3

how would you even meet?

a fantastic question!

so, for Dramatic Plot Reasons, you are actually lumine's second travel partner, right? and you help keep her on track while she searches for answers for aether's whereabouts

like after the dvalin incident when lumine is asking venti questions and receiving vague answers, you are beside her, glaring daggers at the former archon in an effort to get him to talk.

"we didn't save your people just for you to be tight-lipped." you snarl. "this one-sided transaction shit won't fly."

lumine tugs on your arm as a warning and waves apologetically at venti. all of you just encountered la signora and watched as he was forcibly stripped of his gnosis -- of his divine status. venti is already a shadow of his usual self as it is, and your harsh words weren't helping.

"i-i'm sorry venti, ignore them." she apologizes on your behalf. lumine gives you a look of disbelief when you yank yourself out of her grip, but says nothing. "thank you for your information. it really helped."

"like hell it did." you mutter under your breath.

venti gives you a patient smile; the one he gives everyone when he's not in his usual playful mood. "their anger isn't misplaced, traveler," he hums, "i really am sorry that i only gave you more questions than answers, but i promise you: morax is the oldest of us all. he'll have the answers you need."

i think i'll cut that there, because i just want you to understand that at the beginning, you are lumine's backbone

you say what she's too kind to say

her desire to find aether consumes her every waking moment, but she just can't ignore people in need! so she can put her mission on the back burner for just a little longer, right?

wrong. you completely disagree.

you'll let her do what she needs to do when it's unrelated to your quest, but as soon as you're with someone who may possibly have answers, you put your foot down.

sometimes, lumine would joke that you want to find aether more than she does

you don't even know what he looks like. you just want lumine to be happy. she's your best friend

so where does aether come into all of this?

this is where we diverge from the plot.

you first encounter him on a late night walk through the forest.

you and lumine were camping out for the night after a very long day of running around with klee, jean, and albedo

you were feeling restless all day, but you couldn't figure out why

for some reason, for the past couple of days, you've been feeling... watched. you feel like there's someone watching you at every corner.

you're with lumine at almost every hour of the day, but even when you two are apart, you feel those eyes still on you

so you're strolling through the forest, trying to keep yourself sane when you stumble across a small hilichurl camp

it's nothing serious, just a few shooters and one big one with a shield

you easily handle the shieldwall mitachurl and the pyro and cryo shooters

but during your fight, you didn't hear the warning horn calling for backup.

you're dusting off your clothes to head back to camp when you hear something heavy slicing through the air behind you

it's an axe mitachurl

you react far too late to stop it, so you close your eyes and say a silent goodbye to lumine as you prepare for what you assume is the most painful death known to man..

but it never comes.

you crack open one eye to see what has so graciously allowed you to live another day only to find that it's not a what, but rather a who. the mitachurl from before is disintegrating on the ground behind the person's feet, so you open your eyes to get a better look at your savior.

it's a man with long, blonde hair, golden eyes, and peculiar clothing. something starts to click in the back of your head, like rocks sparking to make a fire. do you... know him?

rather than look at the faded body of the monster he just defeated, his eyes are fixed on you, his expression unreadable.

"um," you mumble, "thank you...?"

your savior raises an eyebrow. "are you trying to get me to tell you my name?" when you nod, he huffs a humorless laugh. "you'll figure it out soon enough. but, i will admit, i was under the impression that you were a lot stronger than this."

you blink a few times out of shock. was he insulting you? "pardon me? i just didn't hear the warning horn. it wouldn't have been the first time."

the blonde man turns around and walks away from you, and it's only then that you see the white and gold sword disappearing from his hand. "it would have been your last, had i not stepped in." he turns to face you again. "otherwise, i think lumine would have had to find your body herself."

lumine? he knows lumine? the sparks in your head ignite so quickly that you become dizzy.

"aether?" you say in a hushed whisper. you're far away from your campsite, but you say his name as though it were the most scandalous secret you've ever been told. "is that... are you aether?"

somewhere deep down, you hoped to celestia that you were wrong. you really did. but when aether's lips split into a solemn smile, you feel guilt and panic begin to twist your insides into knots. "y-you're here," you stammer. "i have to go tell lumine--!"

you start to run back but aether is swift, catching your wrist in an almost bruising grip. you whirl around to look at him thinking he would be furious with you, but instead, there's a forlorn look swimming in his eyes. your heart tugs; he looks just like lumine. there was really no doubting that they were twins.

"don't," he shakes his head and lets go of your wrist, "don't tell her that you've seen me."

"why? she's running herself ragged looking for you!" you feel sick to your stomach. he expects you to keep this a secret? this was why you were with lumine -- why you stuck by her side even in the worst of times. it was all for the sake of finding him. "you two could go home and be together again, but you're just... you're going to abandon her?"

aether's face darkens for a moment, but he seems to realize something before it levels out. "i'm... not abandoning her. it's just that there are some things she needs to do -- that i need to do -- before we can leave." he glances in the direction of your campsite; it's like he can sense lumine's presence. the white accents of his clothing and jewelry shine a little brighter as he speaks. "she needs to find her truth. i've already found mine."

you feel suffocated. there's so much going through your head -- so much wrong with this situation. you don't want to do as aether says, but you would be lying if you said you didn't feel power radiating off of him. it's the same kind that you felt from lumine, but aether's was so densely saturated -- so much stronger than his sister's. did he manage to get his old powers back, then? if you were to disobey him... what would he do to you?

aether's eyes flick back to you. "you're thinking that i'm going to hurt you." it's not a question. he knows.

you shake your head but it's useless. he's already picked up on it.

"i guess i'm not as... approachable as my sister." he chuckles to himself. he steps closer to you. "but i'm not going to hurt you. if i was, i would have let that mitachurl do you in."

"th-then what do you want from me?"

"your silence." aether hums. "and," he walks to a tree behind you, picks a windwheel aster from the ground and comes back to give it to you. "your attention."

he wants your attention? "if it's my attention you want," you reply, taking the flower from aether with shaky fingers, "then you already have it."

aether laughs again. he's been doing that a lot, you notice. is there something amusing about this? "i don't mean your attention in that way. in due time, however, i trust that you will understand what i mean."

"what?"

in the distance, you hear the howling of a wolf. the moon must be at its highest now. aether's eyes follow the noise before centering on you again. his gaze softens when he sees you tense under his stare. "it's very late. you should go back to bed." he says softly.

something about his tone makes your breathing become uneven. "what if i tell lumine?" you say. "i-i could tell her everything. i don't have to listen to you."

aether nods. "you're right, you're right. but," he steps away and makes his way deeper into the forest, "i trust you."

and just like that, he's gone, leaving you with the spinning petals of a windwheel aster in your fingertips and the smell of stardust in your lungs.

what then?

you don't tell lumine.

when you got back to camp that night, your best friend was awake and frantic, because she had no idea where you'd gone and because you didn't use your vision, she couldn't trace you with elemental sight

she was so afraid that you'd abandoned her too

you were in such a daze that you didn't know what to say, so lumine assumed that you ran into some terrible danger

it wasn't inaccurate, so you let her believe it

but you didn't tell her the truth.

after that, you begin to see aether more and more often.

mostly in passing, but you notice that he's actually trailing you two

but whenever he catches your eye, you notice that his eyes are locked on you and not his sister

you only talk to him at night, when the world has gone to sleep

aether reveals himself to you when you're alone and jerks you around with his cryptic speech and charming smile

every time, he tells you how much he trusts you, because you haven't told lumine of your nightly rendezvous with him

and every time, the guilt grows stronger.

partially because you're hiding such a big secret from your closest friend

but also because you know when you're falling in love.

what is loving the abyss prince like?

it's suffocating at first.

you shoulder the weight of the world by loving him as much as you do.

at first, you tried to convince yourself that it was hatred.

hatred for the man who forced you to be a liar

hatred for the man who gifted you flowers and exotic trinkets from the nations you hadn't visited yet

hatred for the man who embraced you like you were the most delicate being on the planet

because you came to yearn for his presence

nights when he didn't visit were the worst nights of your life

you almost had withdrawals whenever you couldn't see him

you tried your best to restrain yourself when you two would reunite after a while, but aether could always pick up on your neediness

you hated him, you tried to tell yourself

you hate him you hate him you hate him.

you don't know when that changed.

but you knew and he knew that neither of you were going to make it out of this strange relationship without heartbreak.

aether confesses to you on the peak of starsnatch cliff.

"to the people of mondstadt," he speaks to you over his shoulder as he plucks cecilias out of the ground, "people who confess their love here are fated to be together for eternity."

the very second those words leave his lips, your heart stops. it's a common thing whenever you're with aether. he makes your body do the weirdest things with the littlest behaviors. his words could stop your heart and his smile could make your mind melt. it was wrong -- it was so, so, so wrong -- but you couldn't stop it.

you try in vain to keep yourself calm. "why do you know that?" you ask. you're often blunt with the prince of the abyss. he's told you on multiple occasions that he finds it endearing, since most of his subjects wouldn't even dare look him in the eyes. you hear his tinkling laugh from behind you.

"just a bit of trivia for you." he says. he stands and heads over to you, sitting beside you on the grass with the little bouquet of cecelias in hand. their light fragrance carries on the breeze.

"i've always found mondstadt to be one of my favorite places in this world." aether muses. his eyes close and your fingers itch with the urge to touch his face. his eyelashes are as golden as his hair, long and beautiful. "nowhere else is as tranquil as this place. i've sent barbatos my kind regards more than once."

you gape. "you're on good terms with the anemo archon? but i thought you.." you trail off. aether's told you his story already -- his mission. he's so transparent with you that it makes you want to bury your head in a hole.

aether removes the gloves from his hands and gently strokes the flower petals. "i may be working against the archons, but i'm not that immature. i know guilt when i see it." he looks at you then. you freeze. "i know you feel guilty about this. about us."

"there is no us." you say. the words feel so bitter and disgusting on your tongue. "there's not supposed to be an 'us'."

"and yet here you are." the prince reaches out and cradles your face with a hand. "letting me touch you like we're lovers." he smiles when you don't pull away. you may not notice, but you relax at his touch. his hands are warm and calloused, his fingers and forearms scarred from centuries of battles fought and won. they're comforting to you, no matter how much you want to deny it.

you bite your lip. you can't lie to yourself anymore. you've lied to enough people as it is. you rest your hand on the back of aether's own. "why are you doing this to me?" you ask softly. your voice cracks.

rather than answer you with words, aether leans in and kisses your forehead. your skin sings at the contact. "because you're intriguing." he murmurs against your skin.

you laugh wetly. "you always say that. i need a real reason."

he kisses your cheek. "because you're capable," he continues. "you're mystifying," he kisses your other cheek, "you're trustworthy," he kisses your nose, "and because i..." aether stops and presses his forehead against yours.

you don't think you're breathing anymore. elation has built so much in your chest that you think you're going to burst. "because what?" you whisper. "why do you stick around me so much, aether?"

"say it again." he says. he closes his eyes with a sigh. "my name. say it again."

you obey. "aether."

"again."

"a-aether," you stutter, "what is this about?"

aether silences any other questions you may have with a kiss. it's the ghost of a kiss, really; a barely-there brush of lips that sets off fireworks in your head. "you asked me why i'm doing this." he speaks against your mouth. "it's because i'm in love with you."

you don't mean to say his name again, but it's the only word you can think to say in response. he kisses you properly this time. "aether, i can't," you feel like your very soul is shaking. you're conflicted, but if this goes on any longer, you're going to make your decision. "this is--"

aether kisses you again, drinking in your half-hearted protests. "you feel the same, don't you?" he asks when he pulls away. "i know you do. you wouldn't let me kiss you if you didn't."

"what did you do to me?" you feel a lump in your throat. you've never felt love so genuine -- so pure. but to feel that from the prince of the abyss order? it was tearing you apart. "why do i love you so much, aether? why?"

the prince kisses you. "tell me you love me again. please."

"i love you." the words come straight from your chest; from the deepest, most sensitive place in your body. you mean every word, every syllable. "i love y--"

another kiss. "one more time, star. just one more."

you sniff. you don't know when you started crying, but you are. aether's other hand cups your face, brushing your tears with his thumb. "i love you." you whisper. "so, so much, aether."

aether sighs, finally content. "and i love you. more than there are stars in the sky."

beneath those stars, your abyss prince kisses you tenderly, murmuring words of adoration all the while.

where does your relationship go from here?

from here, nothing changes.

you're so used to lying to lumine that you don't change how behave during the day

your nightly meetings with the abyss prince become more intimate, with you two always touching in some way

he tells you stories of himself and lumine in the past

or maybe he'll tell you of the happenings of the abyss

he does so in order to keep you and lumine out of trouble

aether doesn't hide a thing from you because you've already proven yourself to him

he was drawn to you because of your ability to keep his other half safe

you were helping her reach the answers he wanted her to reach, even after you two became official

at night, aether will sometimes fantasize about taking you along with him and lumine when they leave this world

there's so much he wants you to see, so many things he wants to show you -- to experience with you

but until then, he must complete his work here

there will be nights when aether is too furious to touch or speak to you

he trusts you, but not himself

because he's been the ruler of the underbelly of this world for so long, he feels as though he shouldn't be around you in fear that he will ruin you

that you will become a monster much like him

but really, all you need to do is remind him that you trust him.

kiss him all over, hold his hands, braid his hair, stay close by

because that's more than enough for him to understand that he's not some weapon of mass destruction -- that he's capable of good and deserving of love just like everyone else

he is still just a man lost without his family

he's so torn up about not being able to be around lumine, but the day when he can be around her -- when he can tell her the truth -- is quickly approaching

and it's all thanks to you

because of you, the twins can see each other much sooner than aether planned

you and aether plan to slowly ease lumine into the truth of your relationship when it comes time to tell her

but there will be no more lies. not anymore.

lastly, what is he like as a lover?

lumine told you once that her brother was a very tactile person

he's always been the more compassionate out of the two of them, so he's a hands-on kind of person

something you learn through experience

he's always touching you in some way, be it your hands, shoulders, etc.

he also always takes his gloves off if he's going to touch your skin

very big on cuddling... abyss prince or not, aether just... really likes the warmth of someone else.

aether has a very stern side to him that you see on occasion

mostly when he talks about what he does during the day

his eyes grow dull and his tone will freeze over. his face will lose all of its usual warmth and he'll probably squeeze whatever it is that's in his hands

that's really just a fraction of what he's really like when he's carrying out his duties as prince of the abyss.

also very big on gift giving!! he'll give you little things here and there, but there has never been a time when he hasn't given you something.

i think that aether is a very passionate lover, abyss status or not

but because of his duties, you need to be patient with him. he's prone to moments of panic or lashing out of anger

never directed at you, but things pile up during the day and he has to keep it in to maintain his reputation

✧ i feel like this was not exactly what anon asked for but i'm so?? in love with this idea?? yes yeah.

Ganyu, Eula, Shenhe, and Dainsleif kissing you for the first time (and confessing) !

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It was a cold and snowy evening in Teyvat. You had been wandering around Liyue, marveling at all the beautiful lanterns and decorations that adorned the city for the upcoming Wintersday celebration. You had just taken a sip of your hot cocoa when you felt a tap on your shoulder.

You turned around to see Ganyu, the graceful and elegant Cryo archer from the Liyue faction. She was dressed in her usual outfit, adorned with intricate patterns and delicate feathers.

"I hope I'm not intruding, but I couldn't help but notice that you were out here all alone," Ganyu said, a hint of concern in her voice. "Are you okay?"

You nodded, feeling a little embarrassed that you had been caught wandering around by yourself. "I'm fine, just enjoying the sights and sounds of the city," you replied.

Ganyu smiled and gestured for you to follow her. "In that case, would you like to come with me and see some of the more hidden and less crowded areas of Liyue? I know a few places where we can watch the fireworks in peace."

You hesitated for a moment, wondering if it was a good idea to follow a stranger around. But something about Ganyu's warm and friendly demeanor put you at ease, and you found yourself nodding and following her through the winding streets of Liyue.

As you walked, Ganyu told you stories about her adventures in Teyvat and the many different cultures and people she had encountered. You were captivated by her tales, and before you knew it, the two of you had reached a small lookout point overlooking the city.

The view was breathtaking, with the twinkling lights of the city stretched out below you and the snow-covered peaks of the mountains in the distance. You couldn't help but gasp in awe at the beauty of it all.

Ganyu chuckled softly at your reaction and stepped closer to you, wrapping her arms around you to keep you warm. "I knew you would appreciate this view," she said. "It's one of my favorite spots in all of Teyvat."

You leaned into Ganyu's embrace, feeling a warm and fuzzy feeling growing in your chest. You had always admired Ganyu from afar, but you had never dared to hope that she might feel the same way about you.

As the fireworks began to light up the sky, Ganyu turned to face you, a soft and tender expression on her face. She leaned in closer and pressed her lips gently against yours, sending a wave of heat and pleasure through your body.

You wrapped your arms around Ganyu, returning her kiss with all the passion and longing you had bottled up inside of you. As the fireworks burst and sparkled above you, you knew that this was the beginning of something special, something that would last a lifetime.

As you sat in your cozy room, reading a book by the fireplace, you couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching you. You turned to see Shenhe leaning against the doorframe with a faint smile on her lips.

"Shenhe," you said, surprised. "What are you doing here?"

She walked over to you, her long black hair flowing behind her. "I had to see you," she said, her voice soft. "I have something important to tell you."

You put down your book and stood up, your heart racing. Could it be that Shenhe, the enigmatic alchemist who had captured your heart, had feelings for you as well?

As if in answer to your unspoken question, Shenhe took your hand and looked into your eyes. "I have been wanting to do this for a long time," she said, before leaning down and pressing her lips to yours.

The kiss was soft and gentle at first, but soon became more passionate as Shenhe wrapped her arms around you and pulled you close. You melted into her embrace, feeling the warmth of her body against yours.

As the kiss deepened, you felt a wave of emotion wash over you. You had dreamed of this moment for so long, and now it was finally happening. You never wanted it to end.

When the kiss finally broke, you and Shenhe were both breathless. She looked at you with a tender expression, her eyes shining with love.

"I have loved you for a long time, S/O," she said. "And I will love you for all time."

You threw your arms around her neck and hugged her tightly, tears of joy streaming down your face. You had never been so happy in your entire life.

Eula stood before you, her heart racing with anticipation. She had been wanting to kiss you for what felt like an eternity, but had never mustered up the courage to make the first move. But today, she was determined to take the plunge.

As she leaned in, her eyes locked onto yours, you could feel your own heart begin to race. You had known for some time that Eula had feelings for you, but you never expected her to make a move so suddenly.

But as her lips brushed against yours, any doubts or fears you had melted away. You wrapped your arms around her, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened. Eula's lips were soft and full, and as you tasted them, you knew that you had been waiting for this moment for far too long.

When the kiss finally broke, you looked down at Eula, your eyes shining with love and affection. "I've been waiting for you to do that for so long," you whispered, your voice filled with emotion.

Eula blushed and looked down, a small smile playing on her lips. "I've been wanting to kiss you for ages," she admitted. "I just didn't know if you felt the same way."

You chuckled and took her hand in yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Of course I do," you said, gazing into her eyes. "I love you, Eula. I've been waiting for you to tell me how you feel for what feels like an eternity."

Eula's eyes filled with tears of joy and she threw her arms around you, pulling you close. "I love you too," she whispered. "I want to be with you, always."

Dainsleif, the stoic swordsman from the nation of Khaenri'ah, stood on the shores of Liyue Harbor, gazing out at the sea.

As you approached, Dainsleif turned to face you, his piercing blue eyes seeming to look right through you. "Is there something you need?" he asked in his usual gruff tone.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to proceed. You had always harbored a secret crush on the handsome swordsman, but had never mustered the courage to confess your feelings.

But something about the atmosphere, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore, the mist that seemed to wrap around them like a cloak, all combined to give you a sudden surge of boldness.

Without a second thought, you stepped forward and took Dainsleif's hand in your own. "I need you," you said, gazing up at him with a look of determination.

Dainsleif's expression softened, and he leaned down, his lips brushing yours in a soft, tentative kiss. You closed your eyes, melting into the embrace as Dainsleif's arms encircled you, pulling you closer.

As the kiss deepened, you felt a warmth spreading through your body, banishing the chill of the evening air. You knew, in that moment, that you had finally found what they had been searching for all along - love, and a sense of belonging, in the arms of the stoic swordsman.

Can i request fatui hcs with Shoko from Jjk reader

This is very ooc in my opinion- there isn't much known about the Fatui Harbingers TvT

Pierro (Pierrot)

He prides himself with recruiting fatui soldiers, agents, or workers for the Tsaritsa. Being the oldest of the group, he acted as a protector, a proud watcher of the people he personally recruited in the past.

Similarly to Childe, who he pinned the Delusion on him, he catered lightly as an uncle would to his nephew like Pulcinella did to him, he cared for you for a variety of reasons. Some are more personal than professional.

Pierrot likes your professionalism while on duty, to do well meant the goodness of Snezhnaya. You do what's asked and do it well, the castle's sole doctor. A practitioner of medicine and keeping men and women from dying. They needed you, especially the new recruits and rowdy fatui agents (he lost count of how many times he's seen Tartaglia sitting on one of the many cots in your infirmary that juxtaposes the morgue - yours). If he were ever wounded, either small or big, he wouldn't think twice before going to see you, he trusts your inquiries and abilities in your profession - more so than he would with Dottore.

He often remarks on your carelessness - as he calls it - is more so your cool personality, easygoing enough to make him and others feel comfortable enough to share information; not that you'd gossip or tattletale on them, you gave your vows to their Queen a few months back. Perhaps it's the perks that came with your title, the carefulness with your patience but an open-minded and laid-back character with coworkers and friends.

You're blunt, unafraid of the consequences of your actions like most Harbingers were. He appreciates that. Although infuriating at times, he knows he could come to you with words, seeking your advice from a medical perspective, to receive truthfulness, unlike some agents that would submit to his ideas, going with it and against their morals because he's Perrio, the 1st Fatui Harbinger. He likes that about you. You'd stop at his office, dark and eerie for others (it didn't bother you, you liked it, you said, eyes adjusting to the darkness while you took in every detail of his office.), and sit on the chair facing his, tired eyes meeting his glowing ones and speak freely. He might've felt insulted if he were Scaramouche with his petty anger, but he values your insights.

Outside of work, anything related to the Fatui, you're just a regular doctor, tired and knowledgable in the human anatomy, able to tell where to hit without necessarily wanting to lift a hand and do it yourself. Even protection, you declined any. He fears you'd end up hurt by something or someone, you ingrained yourself too deeply into his life to simply vanish.

He knows you have a hidden dagger, he watched as Pantalone gave it to you with a kiss on your hand. He remembers feeling a seething pang in his chest, he was far too old for this, far older than you to have a moral relationship - though it wouldn't stop him if you wanted one with him.

Hopefully, you'd want that, want him as he wants you. However, being able to see you every day, talk with you and shake hands are enough for now. He's satisfied with that much at the moment.

Il Dottore

The second Fatui Harbinger to meet you when you crossed the doors. A doctor he calls himself, a self-made genius with a pompous air - he has nothing to hide because his prowess made up for his asshole-like personality. He likes to refer to himself as the only doctor in the compound - used to before you came along - mirthful of his scientific novelties and every speck of magic he could make without a vision.

He's a little jarring on the first meetings, snide and envious. The amount of shoving and shoulder bumps he gave you was innumerable, Pierrot found it useless and glared at him, but you didn't bother. He often stayed in his laboratory than wander the place for wounded people.

He's passed the point of rivalry after a few months, coming and going to see whether you have time to assist him when he saw the plethora of anatomy books and science-related subjects he saw in your office - you remember his approving nod the first time he visited (plus Pantalone's praises about you).

Dottore regularly stops by to initiate a scientific debate - as he calls it - and asks for your insights, sometimes taking a corpse or two with him to test his discoveries. He likes to know he could walk up to you and incite a morbid, but anatomical hypothesis without disgusting you with his derogative terms of the dead and every little, ghoulish detail of his experiments. You even acknowledge his findings and help as much as you could, small details he kissed about it on paper or on his live subjects.

He can and will talk shit about others in your presence and you'd laugh, maybe add a bit to his insults. He admires your ability to differentiate your personal relationships with your work, calm and calculating, near cunning when you're wearing your coat and gloves, but a sweet-talker with a cool countenance when you shed your shell.

He brags if he can, you'd listen to him drone away, bobbing and humming, perhaps criticize him here and there. He finds it entertaining, it's fun seeing Signora or Scaramouche scoff at him when he's talking so brutally about them; or when Sandrone's usual calmness morphs into a glare his way; or even Columbina's forced smile.

If he could, Dottore probably wouldn't want to spend a second away from your infirmary, maybe ask to have his lab moved near yours. He can already Invision the chaos you'd both create! How fun.

Columbina

The aura she gives off is... weird and inexplicably unease, even for you, though you try to see past the character they build for themselves. She's aware of that; she, along with Dottore and Pierrot, hold much - too much - power on their own and she appreciates your efforts.

She sings, and she likes to, it gives her an air of a damsel and fits to her moniker and her appearance, but she likes singing and wants to have people listen to her. You do, she could walk through your door and chirp as long as she wants in your office while you work, you don't shoo her away, or push her out, but back and sneer at her. You let her sit on your duvet sofa against your wall and sing to you while you deal with paperwork.

Columbina shows - at least she tries her best to - all her to you, her true self, and her Damselette, the sickeningly sweet and petite girl people know her for. She learned to trust you with her secrets, having witnessed your pledge to the Tsaritsa. She saw the honesty and loyalty in your eyes - perhaps it was towards the Tsaritsa alone but she hoped she counted - and how you bowed low for her.

She'd try to coerce you to disclose some private knowledge on a few faceless agents within the castle, for they were little secrets, but you stared at her with this deadpanned look that she hadn't received in a long while - not since she became a Harbinger. Many times you declined her, saying that you were a doctor before a fatui, and that information about every patient was private matters shared only to close relatives or the patient itself.

Then, she knew she could trust you, and she does now. She pops in more often, hair flowing behind her with a gentle smile, not like her usual one, it's more genuine, honest like she's with you.

It was a rocky start, but now and then, she slipped up, and Damselette cracked lightly, telling you her fears, her pains, her sorrows. She was glad and still is that you support her unconditionally. If she's in your office and someone knocks, you ask them to come back later, if it's an emergency, you deal with it and come back to see her afterward.

You're a loyal and caring person, sarcastic at times but bluntly truthful in a way that makes people believe in you, and it's often that she finds herself wondering if you'd have those characteristics towards a lover - if you have one. If not, she wants to know if you'd take her, and welcome her as a lover as you do with your patients: warm and reassuring arms.

Il Capitano

He upholds a strong unit and responsibility within the fatui, strong-willed and powerful in his ranks. He oversees most recruits but never you, you're any soldier or fighter, you don't hold - nor would you, as you once told him - any weapon except your scalpel and knowledge. He acknowledges that and respects you for it.

Your sense of justice isn't far from what he has, similar to his. He finds that respectable too. You stand for what you believe and do as you're told spectacularly. There are many things about you he can, and will, respect.

He doesn't talk much, only barking orders and growling at others, questioning them and grunting. Though he doesn't shy from others, you don't either, that's a sight he finds himself looking at often.

He takes reports from you on his soldiers, if they're overworked if they're sick if they're dying if anything happens to them. It's his duty to ensure that his soldiers are in top condition to work and fight; the better the health, the better the soldier. Your handwritten reports are neat, clean, and straight to a fault that he might envy you for it. Oral reports are less common but do occur, your voice is unwavering, back straight and you're blunt, forwarding information without a stutter or mistake.

He sees that you take your job seriously, with care and finesse. Your office and infirmary are sterile and orderly, same for his own office and home.

Perhaps he doesn't speak to you often outside of work, he tries to have a few casual conversations without seeming inappropriate - although he wants to be able to drone about things he witnessed in his time, wants to speak freely, and share things with you.

He hears from some agents that you're a good listener, that you keep everything private, under wrap, and contained inside your memory. He wants to have a try at it, but he's skittish about opening up.

He plans and calculates the risks, overseeing whether anything might hurt him, and he comes up with one too many what ifs in his mind. Maybe it's fear that makes him hesitate, stop and think instead of act. In the end, however, like everyone else, he enjoys your presence, and he respects you as others admire you.

He knows he's uptight, too serious with a stick up his ass, but you've told him many times that it doesn't matter, you like him for who he is. He feels pride swells in his chest whenever he's reminded of that sentence.

He never shows his face, you've never seen it, though you publically show your liking for his hair. He hides beneath his armor and mask, cloaked for protection, and you accept him for that.

He can't help but wonder if you'd take him, taking him in and letting him lead as he's used to doing. Cary you with him, move alongside you, let you take charge as much as he wants to.

Pulcinella

This old coot has an eye for treasures and a knack for finding valuable assets and predicting where they'd go. He hadn't found you first, but he could see that you'd be useful when he caught sight of you walking down the hall, clip in hand with Capitano in tow.

The cold and calculative side of him urges him to exploit you and find what he can do to help advance the process he has in mind. To make you better faster. You were nothing but a valuable asset that rivaled Dottore's intelligence.

Approaching you was the best option, converse and learn from you so that could learn from him, but you were perfectly capable of doing whatever he had in mind; you did them better than he first assumed, dare he say.

You were curt, unabashed with your words towards him that made his brows lift and pointed nose twitch with surprise. You are good at this.

He started seeing Dottore appear more often at your door, Columbina as well as Signora, the captain at times, and a scowling Scaramouche that glares at him. Pantalone's a sight he sees more outside your office, in halls, and library/archives. You can make people open up, something he hadn't expected, he could work with that but reminded himself that he needed to be aware of his actions.

Whatever words he told himself are now forgotten, and he finds himself buying more treats than Childe's siblings needs, saving some to drop off at yours after his visit. The casual glances he sends your way with warmth in his golden irises multiply by the day.

He even, unknowingly, ushers you onto a cot when he sees the dark - darker - circles under your eyes, worry making him take care of you as you do with others.

He tries to take care of whatever he finds useless that you have, if he walks into your office and sees a mass of paperwork to stamp, one that anyone can do, he takes care of it; if he sees agents bothering you about medical supplies, he leads them to Dottore for him to mark everything missing or nearly finished; and if he sees you still at your desk past 10 pm, he walks you home.

He waddles after you like a penguin, it's almost adorable. Pulcinella dots on you like a caring father, he "hovers" over your shoulder with worried glances and warning glares towards the Harbingers vying for your attention.

Scaramouche

Anger incarnated in a midget, that's what he was and still is, grouchy and leering towards everyone, spitting and glaring whenever the moment arises because they "annoy" him - or so he says.

His disagreeable personality made people steer clear of him as he did with others unless he needs them. He's aware that no one likes him and he doesn't care; nor does he care how they think of him, or you.

Like every other human on Teyvat, you're an insignificant being that's been blessed enough to be near him. He sees you walking in the halls, the main lobby, or the library, you're like an annoying bug that keeps appearing where he is in the first weeks of your employment.

Unlike the others though, you keep to yourself, you don't tremble in his presence and you don't even bother glancing his way. Somehow, that irks him more than you being afraid of him or trying to appeal to him for his favor. You don't speak to him once at all.

Until he needed to speak to you about something, he never made a move to approach you, cranky and venom-spitting every word that goes through his mind. You stared at him with such a bored and tired expression that it almost made him flinch back when he gazed at you. No one ever gave him that look after he screamed at them. You answered back with a cold monotone voice that made him doubt if you were human or not.

You surprise him at every turn, and he comes out fuming and angrier than he went in, but you always did as you were told- without mistakes. He's pleasingly satisfied by that aspect of you.

Through all the anger and pain, he learns that you can be trusted, that you're someone that keeps their word and worked well alone or with others. He's surprised to know that you pledged to the Tsaritsa, he thought you were just a doctor employed by Pierrot, not someone who'd met the Archon and works directly under her like the Harbingers. He's seen how the soldiers and agents treat you, like one of the Harbingers.

Given months to adapt to you and your work, he glances at you from time to time with bothered eyes. You fought back, yet you submissively did as you were told, with perfection. You listened well, worked well, and didn't bow down in fear like all soldiers.

He learns to accept you, let you work for and with him, little cracks through his shell to protect the pain and betrayal of the past. He's not perfect, nor are you, but he likes that, helps make sense of his abandonment.

He's a bit shy, skittish and awkward with his emotions, but surely, he'll work on that if it means a better understanding between the 2 of you. He's jumpy when he fully opens up, flinches, and backs away if he shows too much, or shakes and turns red when he's in physical contact with you for longer than necessary.

He reminds you of a cat, loves you, but has this weird way of showing it, by hissing, swiping, and scratching you. All with love. He's a tsundere, honestly. That's why he doesn't try his luck by going for something bigger than he currently has. Scared of losing what he has while achieving something greater.

Sandrone

A mechanical genius in the mids of prodigies, Sandrone works with automatons and anything robotic she can get her hands on. She's smart and has created - built from scratch - weapons that have proved useful to the fatui.

She's sassy, sometimes snappy, and spites people because they've angered or annoyed her, which is almost everyone in her mind. You're part of the small exceptions, you don't outwardly engage her or bother her if you don't need to, you keep to yourself and never approached her. She's usually the one to go see you for a small wound by scraps and metal from her forge.

You treat her delicately, with gentle hands and nimble fingers that make her wonder how you'd do as a mechanic. Meticulous with your tools, you work wonders, miracles that Dottore would never be able to. She likes to compare you to the deluded scientist, and paints you as the better one, deserving of the title of The Doctor.

She's intrigued by you, your intricacies, your interests, your quirks, and the things that make you - you. She, like Dottore, finds interest in your intellect, your knowledge of the subject.

When she has time, she'll bring a manual to your office, have you read it, and tell her your thoughts. You tell her if you don't understand something, you don't play coy and act as if you understood or shrug your shoulders because you don't care.

You tell her your mind as she does with you, and she finds comfort that you don't hide, don't fake, and don't take advantage of her, you take her for her. You let her spew her smilingly insane plans and ideas for the use of her automatons, she shares everything she has with you before bringing it to life. Your inputs are useful, it's a different and clear-minded point of view.

She wants to take it off, take you by the hand and pull you out of your little office, away from the prying eyes of the rest of the Harbingers and the late nights that give you dark circles. Sandrone wants to make your dreams come true, bring comfort, and shower you with care.

La Signora

Proud and graceful in nature, Signora first sneers at you, wary and unconvinced of your abilities. She stands high and nightly like her title says: a lady.

She's rarely home, often traveling to other regions for business and building relationships with the leading figures. This puts her at a disadvantage in seeing your work in person or regularly.

Through word of mouth, she learns of your accomplishments within the Fatui and the Harbingers, catching their hearts so easily that she almost scoffs at the news - no, actually, she did scoff to squirming agents.

Back from Mondstadt, she struts through the halls, deciding to stay home for a few weeks, 3 months at most. She's able to see your magic at work, fixing and mending broken bones, wrapping and stitching wounds, and manages to do all that every day, nearly 12 hours a day, and still have a clean work habit and working area. You don't snap at her when she sneers at you, you nod and fire back bluntly without any emotions about her ways and what she could do to better herself.

Shock, unyielding shock at your character, though it was refreshing from the shivering agents and the hateful Harbingers around her.

Given a few weeks, she sees the best of you, and slowly, finds herself on the sofa across your office, ranting about something that's been burdening her the past days, a sad frown on her face and clenched fists.

She stops by regularly, to rant or talk, discuss something she found interesting during her business voyage outside Snezhnaya.

She even lets you call her by her namesake, her given name: Rosalyne. She likes to hear it leave your mouth, sounding perfect when it hits her ears. She feels more grateful for the Tsaritsa's grace for letting her meet you, one of the goodness in the cold world she lives in.

Her heart burns as fiery as the fire in her soul, maybe brighter than the flames of the Crimson Witch when she holds your hands, when she speaks to you or when she tentatively smiles at you. Her heart taps at her ribs, pumping loudly in her ears, tipping them red.

She wants to take you, have you, and feel you in her arms as she takes care of your aches. Cold, she is to others; hot and caring, she is to you, a romantic and dedicating lover she'd be for you- if you'd take her.

Pantalone

He's an ambitious man with big plans, somewhat likable compared to some Harbingers, nicer and more compliment-giving than the rest.

He's rich and smart, the richest of all Harbingers with the economic power of the nation, he deals with trade and banking; a poor child turned a rich man.

You're someone he likes, easy on the eyes, and not too difficult to deal with. He can smile and you'll tilt your head in acknowledgment. You send clean lists of medicine and tools you need for the infirmary, easy to read and understand, unlike Dottore's chicken scribbles on his financial reports.

He took these moments to get to know you, try and find out a bit of your history, to know your likes and dislikes with mutual friendship in mind. He sponsors you with your ideas for medical upgrades, he says that they're good ideas. Pantalone decides to add surprises to your orders too.

A pretty necklace on the second month, made of sharp and cool blues that matches his clothes. Earings with the same shades as the first the next month, gifted by his hands in a velvet box.

He spoke highly of you to Dottore, someone he started liking and wanted to spoil rotten. As someone who he works with, he found it rational to ensure that you both became closer - enough that Dottore stays a friend and him your lover - to make things easier.

He sends you invites to his luxurious house when he can, or to eat out at a nice restaurant in Snezhnaya, on his account, always. Anything you want, he buys; if you hint or he feels that you might need, you'll find it on your desk the next day with a romantic letter accompanying it.

Pantalone's the type that'll spoil you with material goods without wanting anything but your devotion to him, your love, and help - if he even get wounded (as a banker and without vision, he doesn't do anything on the frontlines like Signora or Tartaglia, he sits at the farthest back and finances anything they'll need for their work).

He is a materialistic lover who gives and gives; he bathes you in luxuries wherever and whenever he can, and he likes doting on you. Unlike the rest, he's gentler than them, almost more human than the others since he calls himself a banker and not a fighter.

Arlecchino

She has this dark side to her, one that's mentioned by a few Harbingers, her hunger for power over others; not unlike Pantalone's hunger for equality between humans and archons.

Although her face stays passive most - if not all - times, her voice portrays a different story. She speaks with disdain about businessmen and dignitaries, people with money who don't see the world outside of the comforts of their homes. Arlecchino hates them for that, detests them.

You're neither rich nor do you see the world outside the castle, but your work of line involves those that do, you mend the wounds of soldiers that go farther than their region's limits, across the sea and into foreign lands.

You don't feel, but you see and sympathize with them and those that risk their lives on strange lands, in a way, you could understand where she stands - she wants you to.

She sees you walk past her in hallways, nose deep into your notepad; names and conditions with the cures and remedies needed when she glanced sideways, some recognize, others are strangers. The pinch of your brows shows the frustration you feel about the situation, you told her so when she walked into the infirmary with you whispering under your breath about how everyone keeps getting wounded.

Your voice is monotone when you talk to her, she almost scoffs at the similarities between you and her. She would hug you if it was her thing.

She's seen your work, when she's not busy, she leans against a wall near the entrance and watches you work with careful and delicate hands on the pained and suffering fatui. The dedication you have for the weaker makes her heart thrum, and beat with the sympathy you show - though she empathizes, you sympathize.

It's a snail-like process, she's slow but steady, and Arlecchino moves only with certain steps and ensures that she would have what she wants.

She wants to slowly insert herself into your life, and make you adjust to her and her cold appearance. There's so much of herself that you might not know about, but she wants you to know her, not the one people tell you about.

Tartaglia

You're a few years older than him, maybe 2 or 3, it's not that high of a difference in his mind. Though he's known you far longer than that, he still remembers the smile you gave when you treated his wounds.

He goes to you with any aches he gets, from minor headaches to bloody lacerations, and you'd get him patched up and a sugary treat. Who in their right mind would reject the possibility of getting treated and a reward for his fights? Definitely not him.

He tried his best to follow you or stay near you when he could before his ascension, using the thrill and adrenaline in his body to battle without regard to his body, collecting scars each time for you to fix. Being shirtless in his shorts as you fixed him up, by his back towards you while he kicked his legs and talked about his family.

He's overjoyed that you ask about his family when you meet, he hadn't found time to invite you over until he formally became a Harbinger. He invites you to dinner once a week if you're available, you're surprisingly good with children even though you shrink back from the overly excited moments you witness. Like Pulcinella, you bring some treats along you, yours healthier than the old coot.

He talks to you as if you've known him his whole life - at least his fatui life. Freedom of speech he lets himself have in your presence that he wouldn't be able to have with the other Harbingers or the Tsaritsa. He'll sling his arm around your shoulder, pushing against you, and cackle at whatever you said that he finds funny.

He has a cocky and loud charisma around strangers, friendly even; stone cold and mean with other Harbingers, he hates some as much as they hate them. Although changing, he shows you all the facades he puts along his real one, caring and warm.

He's the youngest, he knows, his eyes lack the warmth others hold and his smiles can seem uncannily inhuman at times, but he hopes you'll give him a chance. He knows the highs and lows of human beings, his too, you'd always be there for him and he wants to be there for you too.

His parents like you, and his siblings too. Everyone feels like you have a place in their household. His dad encouraged him to act on his feelings, to tell you (but he fears rejection, a contrast to his usual arrogance, he might stutter or his cheeks might burn too brightly if he ever confesses) and his mom subtlety winks at him whenever she invites you over for diner and drinks the next night.

He could take you ice fishing, hunting, or seeing the world and the different techniques physicians and doctors use in other regions. He's sure you'd like it if you accepted his offer.

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reader with streamer!ayaka, beidou, hu tao, and kokomi

pairings: ayaka, beidou, hu tao, kokomi x gn!reader

genre: fluff!! streamer!au <3

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