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Am I in love with the fatui harbingers? Will I ever shut up about my dancer! god darling au? have i returned after months of not writing just to write something so self indulgent you could beat me up over it? all answers point to yes! anyways, per my lovely wife’s request i am tagging and dedicating this to @nicebonescomrade​ this is for you darling <3333

It hadn’t been more than two weeks since The Tsaritsa had tea with their benevolent creator and everyone who was in hearing distance to the balladeer and her majesty could hear how they talked about it.

“I’m a little jealous, actually. I want to see them too.” Tartaglia pouted as he leaned his head on the table. “How come the balladeer got to see them?”

Of course, they all felt the same on this matter. To be in the presence of their creator was an honor, a privilege that many got to have considering all the rumors but why had Scaramouche been chosen to accompany the Tsaritsa that day?

“The flowers seem brighter today.” Arlecchino remarks, her black and red eyes watching as the previously wilting lilies perked up back to life. “Which means-”

“Our creator is close by!” The excitement could be heard in Tartaglia’s voice even as Arlecchino glared at him and then rest stared in irritation.

“Calm down, fool.” She hissed at him as she hid her excitement well. He was worse than a child, she swears.

“Let him be excited.” Pantalone smiled, his over politeness never wavering. “I’m sure we all feel the same.”

“And yet we can sit still, so please refrain from speaking to me, Regrator.” If words could kill, she would have murdered him years ago.

Before an argument could break out, the doors opened and they all turned to it. There stood Scaramouche with you by his side. He was detailing the making of how hats like his were make as you nodded along, intently listening.

“-And that is how it’s done. All the hard work is worth it in the end. If the maker is competent that is.” Scaramouche scoffed as he shut the door behind you and glared at his coworkers.

You tilted your head as you watched the other harbingers in curiosity. The Tsaritsa was much too busy to accompany you but she insisted you meet the other ten harbingers.

Childe wanted to squeal so badly, the Aster’s that adorned your hair remained in their place even as you tilted your hair. How cute you were, their benevolent creator.

You smiled at them and it felt like something was blooming inside of them. Disgusting.

“Hello.”

Do it again.