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Fuck I’m at a fencing tournament and literally a minute after I reblogged this my dad told me that he talked to the point people and I’m probably going to win a medal.
I need to follow up to say I reblogged this last night, and this morning I got some of the best news of my life, like, a life dream come true news thing.
FUCK, I though it was just another lucky meme but LISTEN. Since a week ago I was waiting a phone call to confirm me if I got a job or not in my university. I reblogged this yesterday’s night “just for fun and because I don’t want any bagel to be mad with me”, and today’s afternoon, while I was losing my time as always, the professor I was supposed to work with called me and asked me for my personal information to start working with her.
Last time I reblogged this, I was complaining to my mum how I never got to go on walks alone. Then, she legit said to me, “well why don’t you go down to *censored*?” Which she’d never let me do before. I had three hours. In a place half an hour from home. It works.
the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be apart of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.
: ̗̀➛ MB, DIDN’T KNOW YOU WAS CHILL LIKE DAT. yan! sunday, childe, aventurine, tighnari, dr. ratio
sometimes you gotta pull out all the stops to make your darling never leave your side, no matter how extreme. you’re prepared for screaming, crying, and begging, but what you really don’t know is your lover is just chill like that ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
( despite it being hilarious, it’s still toxic; so… consensual toxic relationship?; yandere situation but portrayed as humorous... and i am a comedian. violence; blood; drugging; mentioned brainwashing; imprisonment )
CHILDE made it a habit to bring home something for you every day. Some days he’d bring you flowers, others he’d bring you glittering jewelry, and the best ones are when he brings home food from your favorite cafe. Finishing the last of your tasks, you stretch your arms and wonder what surprise he’ll bring home today. You wish he’d bring you some more of that croissant special the cafe was having this month. You were having a craving for it.
Tonight, however, he brings you something different. You stare at him, he stares back— he has that loving, devoted expression on his face (always something amiss, always a bit manic) as he gingerly holds your hand in his and presses a kiss to them. Every move is filled with affection and devotion, and you’re grateful for it, but that’s not what captures your attention. Tonight, he is covered in blood. Tonight, he has a sack dripping blood all over your welcome home mat. You crinkle your nose.
“Ajax,” you say flatly. “What is… all this?” You gesture to the blood on his cheek, to the bloody sack, to the stain on his button-down that you just ironed. He nuzzles into your palm, still grinning at you with his handsome bloodied face.
“My present,” he says simply like you’d understand. “This is my present for tonight. Didn’t you say that you wanted your deadbeat uncle gone? Now he won’t have to make such absurd demands from you. All that money for his gambling…” He kisses your palm, over and over again. “... Now we can focus on getting that dream vacation you always wanted.”
A silence passes. “You killed him?” is all you ask, to which he nods. He knows that you’ll take time to make amends for his actions— not everyone can agree to murder— but it’s just a lover’s quarrel. Once he navigates through that, it’ll be you and him buying tickets and planning romantic getaways to a continent overseas. What he doesn’t expect is a simple sigh, before ruffling his hair and pressing a kiss to his forehead.
“Thanks,” you say, pulling away to let him catch the softness in your eyes. “But seriously, the blood’s getting everywhere. We’re not getting that vacation if we have the police on us, okay?”
Childe stares at your back as you go off to the kitchen, sitting there in stunned silence before a wide smile breaks out on his face. You’ve always been so understanding, you! Now all he just needs to do is to clean up before dinner, and the both of you can get to that vacation planning sooner.
“Are you drugging my tea, TIGHNARI?” is the first thing you say after he comes back from the kitchen. He’s back with another pot of herbal tea and you’re waving your emptied cup at him. “You drugging my tea, herb boy?”
He scoffs, setting down the teapot on the table before you and snatching away your cup. “Is your thesis making you so sleep-deprived that you’re making absurd accusations?” He hands your outstretched arm the refilled teacup and watches you chug it all down in one go. For someone who thinks they’re being drugged, you sure emptied that one fast.
“Don’t lie to me,” you huff. “I’m in Amurta just like you. I know damn well that Sumeru rose tea isn’t enough to zonk me out for a whole day like I did yesterday. There’s something in this tea you’re pouring me, I just know it!” Tighnari eyes you as you jump up from the sofa and pour yourself another cup, enthusiastically downing it like the others. “Well, whatever, I don’t care. This is good shit, and if it gives me a reason to stop writing this thesis then I hope to Rukhadevatta that it puts me in a coma.”
The Valukan Shuna sighs before he grabs your wrist from tipping over the teapot again. “Don’t be absurd, I didn’t put enough to put you in a comatose state.” He rolls his eyes when you harrumph triumphantly. “But if you like it that much, then there’s really no need to hide it. Saves me the effort of pretending, I guess.”
You laugh at him. “You’re a sick bastard, ‘nari! Wonder what Cyno’s gonna say when General Mahamatra finds out that his best friend is drugging their sweet little junior.”
“For your information, he suggested this, even if it was just a terrible joke.” He hands you some baked treats as he pulls away the tea set from you. “And excuse me, but I think what’s sicker is your addiction to this drug. You’re making me reevaluate my life decisions.”
Waking up groggy and disoriented is nothing new for you. You’ll wake up with a splitting headache and the tormented feeling of forgetting, spend the next hour brooding and agonizing over it, then get on with your day like normal. It’s a familiar pattern— unpleasant, but familiar. There’s really nothing else you could do about it but just… get used to it.
Until SUNDAY started saying some really shady shit.
You know that your boss is powerful; you’ve had the honor of witnessing his magnificent deeds in person. Being his favorite pawn, you’ve stood by his side as he used the power of the Harmony on his victims and forced them to get the outcome he and the Dreammaster wanted. So when he sat you down for breakfast and began prodding you about your headaches and problems, you were smart enough to connect the dots.
“... You’ve been influencing me with the Harmony, aren’t you, Mr. Sunday?” You calmly take a sip from your coffee and stare at the Halovian. You don’t sound unsure; rather, you state it as fact and are only looking to seek a final confirmation. He is caught off guard by the sudden accusation, but he merely chuckles and continues to gaze at you with those distant but adoring eyes.
“It’s not wise to start flinging around wild theories, dear,” he says, creating thinly veiled threats as he always does with that remarkably sharp tongue of his. “It could cause us some trouble down the road.”
You don’t say anything. You only stare down at the brown liquid and up back to Sunday, who resembles a marble sculpture against his office’s mosaiced window. You purse your lips. “I am your most devoted follower, boss, so I don’t think I’m mistaken.” You gaze into his golden eyes, ones that don’t reveal anything at all. “Although I don’t know why you’d hypnotize me, knowing that I’d do anything for you, I won’t question your actions. I am merely your humble servant.”
Sunday’s lithe fingers stroke your hair, before taking a strand on his palm and kissing it gently. “Anything, hm…?” He murmurs to himself, musing as he idly rubs the lock between his fingers. “Then what if I told you that I’m not doing it for any particular reason at all? All that pain you feel every day… is merely the consequence of my own selfishness. All because I want to see that blank gaze of yours turn into complete adoration and devotion, to see those lips praise me and kiss me all over. What would you say?”
He’s ready to snap his fingers and wipe your memories, but he’s also curious to see your reaction. You, his servant who proclaims their devotion but look at him as you would any other passerby. If you were a bit cuter he wouldn’t have to put you through so much, but…
“Ah, is that all?” A gentle smile spreads on your face, crinkled eyes staring at him with no scorn or disgust in them. “You could’ve just told me, boss. You know I’d do anything for you.”
AVENTURINE has always dreamed of covering you in jewels. It’s supposed to be an easy feat, as his job allows him to come across gems worth millions of credits that he once could only dream of. But he can’t just drape you in any finery, however. It needs to be the best of the best, and unfortunately, the best have always been coveted by the wealthy and corrupt.
Thankfully, Aventurine’s job also allows him to shoot a person point-blank should they not appeal to the IPC’s demands.
Right now, you’re holding a gem peerless in its lustrous green. It’s as big as the size of your palm, held by a chain of gold that you fear could not hold its weight. It’s as beautiful as the rest of the treasures Aventurine has gifted you before… but something seems off about it. You wipe away the gem’s mysterious smear that you’ve been eyeing for a while now and bring it up to your nose. That rusty smell could no doubt be…
“Aventurine?” You lightly call, still staring at the cracked red on your thumb. Your lover looks at you, bright-eyed and eagerly awaiting your praise. You smile at him and show him the evidence. “Which poor soul did you pry this off of?”
He hesitates, torn between playing it cool or telling you the atrocities he’s committed. But he knows you know, if your glinting eyes are anything to go by. So he goes with the third option: to plead his case at your knees.
“It looks sooo much better on you than them!” Pretty pink eyes look at you pleadingly, pulling all the stops to gain your sympathy as he kneels at your feet. “They were a horrid, horrid person! I tried to buy it, but they wouldn’t give in! Even when I showed them a picture of you, they’d still not admit that only you were the one worthy of wearing this! So I… I had to do what I could!”
“Oh, no need for the crocodile tears.” He preens when you stroke his golden hair, his face one of ecstasy as he melts into your touch. “This is a very pretty gem you’ve brought me indeed. But I think…” Your fingers clasp the golden chain around his neck, eyes turning up in appreciation when Aventurine’s stunned face gapes at the emerald hanging off him.
“Mm, yes, I think this looks much better on you than I, pup.”
DR. RATIO is a man of sheer focus and discipline— an academic who is strict on himself, on others, and most importantly, on his lover. He had come to terms with the fact that you might never be willing to accept his need to control each and every aspect of your life. You are human— hopelessly, infallibly human— born to make the same mistakes over and over again. You’ve never cared to learn, and so this is why Veritas must keep you and discipline you.
“By four in the morning, you must wake up and do your daily stretches. A sound mind needs a healthy body.”
“Yessir~”
“By six, we must prepare breakfast together. Tomorrow, we must partake in a meal of oats and berries. We only indulge responsibly.”
“Oookayyy ♡”
“You are not to step outside of this house at all. You are only permitted within the border… though I doubt you could get far with that chain around your ankle.”
“Of course ♡”
“And—” He sighs and stops, squinting at the stupid, dreamy look on your face. You stare up at him unashamedly, looking lovestruck like a fan meeting their idol for the first time. “I— You—” For once, the doctor is at a loss for words. “Is any of this getting into that skull of yours?”
You sigh dreamily. “Yes~ Exercise at least four times a week, follow the meal plan that you write out every seventh day, only consume intellectual media, you decide when I get to indulge, wake up at four, don’t break out of the chains… Do you want to add more?” You sound extra chipper when you ask him. “I really, really like your voice.”
Dr. Ration falters for a second, before coughing into his fist to compose himself. “Yes, yes… Good to know that you have been listening. I only wished you did that long before I had to resort to shackling you. It’s… It’s nice to know this hasn’t discouraged you in any way.”
You blink, then pout at him. “Oh, but um, can’t you give me some motivation… sir? Doctor?” You flutter your eyelashes at him, hands clasped together in pitiful begging. “You know me. I’m a lazy student who’s got too many failing grades and no extracurriculars… I can’t do this all at once without some motivation!” He raises a brow at you, crossing those chiseled arms together. You gulp down your drool before smiling at him bashfully.
“When we cook breakfast… can you, like… wear an apron… only?” Veritas Ratio only raises his eyebrow higher and you tear your gazes away from those aeon-sculpted biceps. “Or! Or! If it’s too much…” You bite down on your lip, coyly playing with the edge of your shirt.
What do the Harbingers do when they know the both of you are about to die, with nothing they can do?
Sorry guys I’m in a melancholic mood hehe 🤪
Can you tell who’s my fave just from this lol
0- The Jester
Pierro embraces you the way he did five hundred years ago.
Long ago, you had planned this. Planned the way you would go out together.
You would both share any final regrets, secrets, and grievances you had left unsaid.
For the two of you, burdened by immortality, this is a farewell to the world long overdue.
But when the day comes, The Jester, the formidable director of the Fatui, is unable to find it in himself to remain stoic and composed.
He embraces you, and this time he knows it will be the final one.
1- The Captain
Capitano, no, Thrain, weeps.
He weeps not for himself, but for you, you who had yet to see the flowers of the next spring, you who had yet to see one’s own child grow.
As he holds you, he will let himself be comforted. For once in his life, he allows himself vulnerability.
And as it ends, you wipe the tears from his rotted face and tell him how beautiful he is.
2- The Doctor
Zandik fights until it is too late.
Il Dottore is a heretic, and a defier of fate. He spends what could have been his final moments with you studying, searching, and resisting.
Zandik, yet to profess his love to anyone, Zandik, yet to call someone his own, oh, Zandik.
And, when he finally realises that there is nothing he can do, he looks back at your face and realises it is too late.
3- The Damslette
Columbina holds you and sings a lament to the moon.
She sings a final lullaby to send off the world, softening the end with gentle sleep.
She strokes your cheek, allowing her eyes to open at last.
And as a single tear falls down her face, she gasps as she witnesses the world’s, and your beauty for the first and final time.
4- The Knave
When the time comes, Peruere softens and allows weakness into the House of the Hearth.
Arlecchino sends the children for a day off, allowing candy and muddy boots in bedrooms.
She will gather you and the children, and read a storybook for them all, no matter their age.
She couldn’t bring herself to tell the children.
So, as she allows herself one final moment of softness, she tells the children how much she loves them, and she closes her eyes for the last time in your embrace.
5- The Rooster
Together with you, Pulcinella will reminisce.
He will sit with you in front of the fire, leafing through old diaries, photo albums, letters.
You will laugh together, weep together, and sit close like teenagers in love.
You’ll speak about what comes next, in your next life, and as always, it’s always together, the both of you together.
You’ll hold his hand and giggle at photos until it all ends.
6- The Balladeer
Scaramouche will allow himself to be held, and allow himself fear.
Long ago, Scaramouche hid away the part of him called Kunikuzushi. With it, he hid his fear, and there it had stayed.
Now, in your arms, he feels fear. And he allows it. He knows you fear too. But, he knows as well, that you hide it for him.
And you hide it well.
You sing him that simple Inazuman rhyme that mothers sing to children at bedtime. Kunikuzushi allows himself tears.
7- The Marionette
Sandrone feels warmth for the last time.
In her cold, unfeeling body, Sandrone has kept herself the same. Cold, unfeeling and unpleasant to all.
So why, did you allow this puppet to feel what was reserved for humanity?
She had just begun to cherish this feeling in her chest, a warmth not unlike what a true heart might be.
And now, she holds onto that warmth until the very end.
8- The Fair Lady
Rosalyne was not allowed her own goodbyes before. She will hold onto this one for as long as she can, despite the pain stabbing her fingers.
Signora will draw out her final moments with you for as long as possible. She will speak out loud every thought she has on you, listing everything she loves about you, and everything she wishes she could have done with you.
She may hold regrets from her past, but she will not allow the past to create regrets in the present.
She will hold you to her burning heart, and kiss you as the world is set on fire.
9- The Regrator
Pantalone will set it all aside, and sit with you by a river.
Pantalone will enjoy the sound of running water, the feeling of grass under his hands, the taste of you on his lips.
He will remember the times spent at this very spot before it all, before the Mora, the status, the pain.
You will smile at him with that dazzle in your eyes like you always have, and he will feel like a boy again.
10- ???
They wish they could be by your side, one last time.
11- Childe
Ajax will bring you to meet his family.
Watching you play with his siblings, Tartaglia wishes he could see the family you could have had together. He wishes he could see a child of his own grow without troubles. He wishes he could grow old with you, without the fighting, and the Fatui.
So instead, he’ll settle with popping up behind you and surprising you, laughing with his brothers and sisters while you scold him, pretending to be a happy family.
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What do the Harbingers do when they know the both of you are about to die, with nothing they can do?
Sorry guys I’m in a melancholic mood hehe 🤪
Can you tell who’s my fave just from this lol
0- The Jester
Pierro embraces you the way he did five hundred years ago.
Long ago, you had planned this. Planned the way you would go out together.
You would both share any final regrets, secrets, and grievances you had left unsaid.
For the two of you, burdened by immortality, this is a farewell to the world long overdue.
But when the day comes, The Jester, the formidable director of the Fatui, is unable to find it in himself to remain stoic and composed.
He embraces you, and this time he knows it will be the final one.
1- The Captain
Capitano, no, Thrain, weeps.
He weeps not for himself, but for you, you who had yet to see the flowers of the next spring, you who had yet to see one’s own child grow.
As he holds you, he will let himself be comforted. For once in his life, he allows himself vulnerability.
And as it ends, you wipe the tears from his rotted face and tell him how beautiful he is.
2- The Doctor
Zandik fights until it is too late.
Il Dottore is a heretic, and a defier of fate. He spends what could have been his final moments with you studying, searching, and resisting.
Zandik, yet to profess his love to anyone, Zandik, yet to call someone his own, oh, Zandik.
And, when he finally realises that there is nothing he can do, he looks back at your face and realises it is too late.
3- The Damslette
Columbina holds you and sings a lament to the moon.
She sings a final lullaby to send off the world, softening the end with gentle sleep.
She strokes your cheek, allowing her eyes to open at last.
And as a single tear falls down her face, she gasps as she witnesses the world’s, and your beauty for the first and final time.
4- The Knave
When the time comes, Peruere softens and allows weakness into the House of the Hearth.
Arlecchino sends the children for a day off, allowing candy and muddy boots in bedrooms.
She will gather you and the children, and read a storybook for them all, no matter their age.
She couldn’t bring herself to tell the children.
So, as she allows herself one final moment of softness, she tells the children how much she loves them, and she closes her eyes for the last time in your embrace.
5- The Rooster
Together with you, Pulcinella will reminisce.
He will sit with you in front of the fire, leafing through old diaries, photo albums, letters.
You will laugh together, weep together, and sit close like teenagers in love.
You’ll speak about what comes next, in your next life, and as always, it’s always together, the both of you together.
You’ll hold his hand and giggle at photos until it all ends.
6- The Balladeer
Scaramouche will allow himself to be held, and allow himself fear.
Long ago, Scaramouche hid away the part of him called Kunikuzushi. With it, he hid his fear, and there it had stayed.
Now, in your arms, he feels fear. And he allows it. He knows you fear too. But, he knows as well, that you hide it for him.
And you hide it well.
You sing him that simple Inazuman rhyme that mothers sing to children at bedtime. Kunikuzushi allows himself tears.
7- The Marionette
Sandrone feels warmth for the last time.
In her cold, unfeeling body, Sandrone has kept herself the same. Cold, unfeeling and unpleasant to all.
So why, did you allow this puppet to feel what was reserved for humanity?
She had just begun to cherish this feeling in her chest, a warmth not unlike what a true heart might be.
And now, she holds onto that warmth until the very end.
8- The Fair Lady
Rosalyne was not allowed her own goodbyes before. She will hold onto this one for as long as she can, despite the pain stabbing her fingers.
Signora will draw out her final moments with you for as long as possible. She will speak out loud every thought she has on you, listing everything she loves about you, and everything she wishes she could have done with you.
She may hold regrets from her past, but she will not allow the past to create regrets in the present.
She will hold you to her burning heart, and kiss you as the world is set on fire.
9- The Regrator
Pantalone will set it all aside, and sit with you by a river.
Pantalone will enjoy the sound of running water, the feeling of grass under his hands, the taste of you on his lips.
He will remember the times spent at this very spot before it all, before the Mora, the status, the pain.
You will smile at him with that dazzle in your eyes like you always have, and he will feel like a boy again.
10- ???
They wish they could be by your side, one last time.
11- Childe
Ajax will bring you to meet his family.
Watching you play with his siblings, Tartaglia wishes he could see the family you could have had together. He wishes he could see a child of his own grow without troubles. He wishes he could grow old with you, without the fighting, and the Fatui.
So instead, he’ll settle with popping up behind you and surprising you, laughing with his brothers and sisters while you scold him, pretending to be a happy family.
when the female harbingers get sick, how did it happen and how do they react?
inspired by @rockingbytheseaside's one with the male harbingers here
dude I haven't written in too long I feel like all of them are super ooc kill me
Columbina
It was quiet in the Palace garden. Columbina sat on a bench, you laying on her shoulder as you nap.
Well, it was quiet.
"HaCHEW!"
The absurdly loud and violent sneeze that erupted from your beloved caused you to startle and almost fall off the bench... and then came another.
And another...
"Oh, dear... I'm sorry for waking you."
Columbina sniffles and rubs her eyes.
Columbina had caught a cold, unsurprisingly from her unsuited clothes for the cold of Snezhnaya.
Now, as you sit next to her, Columbina has turned into a burrito inside several Fatui coats, her hands that hold a mug of tea sticking out and slightly pink from the breeze.
"No need to apologise, Columbina. How are you going?"
This seemed to be her first experience with sickness.
"I find the stuffiness in my nose uncomfortable. And, my voice sounds strange."
Columbina sniffs and sneezes again.
It was true, Sandrone had been spared the Columbina alarm clock in the mornings as she was unable to sing.
"Don't worry, it will only last a few more days."
You smile and lay back against her.
"Hm... as long as you sing to me instead."
Arlecchino
It seemed like all that running around in the rain on a mission or something had caught up to her.
It was amusing, seeing Arlecchino bark at the youngest children to not play in the rain, with her being sick herself.
"This is quite inconvenient. I had planned on meeting the Iudex of Fontaine to discuss..."
You softly shushed her with a finger to her lips.
"You need a break. I'll make you a hot chocolate, stay right here."
A couple children tug on your sleeve with shining eyes.
"cough, cough... I think I'm sick too!" One declares with a hand over their mouth.
"I'm so cold after being in the rain... May I have a hot chocolate too?" Another pleads.
You and Arlecchino chuckle.
"Yes, yes. Now get yourself dried off before you actually catch a cold!"
"And don't track mud on the carpet!"
Arlecchino leans back into her chair, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders.
"They shouldn't see me like this. I can work fine in this state." She frowns.
"See you like what? Weak? And I swear to the Archons Arlecchino if you talk about work one more time, I will send a letter to the Tsaritsa requesting sick leave."
Sandrone
You always wondered if a robot like her could get sick, or the equivalent.
Now, you know.
"Sandrone, please lie down while I fix it."
You reach out, exasperated as she dodges your attempts to grab her.
"I a perfectly capable of removing water from my inner systems myself, thank you very much."
She snaps back at you.
"I have far too much work planned to take a break to fix something that isn't a problem!"
However, her declarations are very much contrasted with the stiff way her limbs move, and the sparks flying from the open panel in her back...
oh my Archons, are those sparks?!?
"Sandrone, get back here! There are sparks coming off from you!"
"And I insist, my body is incapable of falling apart from such a simple-"
She falls over.
Contrary to what you both believed, it seems like this will take far longer than a few minutes to fix. Water has somehow leaked into all parts of Sandrone's internal workings, and you need to remove it fast before it actually does any damage.
"Sit still."
If she will cooperate...
Signora
Signora is no stranger to fever, with her powers as the Crimson Witch of Flames bringing its own repercussions.
After what you call overusing her powers, and what Signora calls teaching someone a lesson, you had arrived to a slightly scorched bedchamber. (Hopefully the Tsaritsa won't mind.)
You scan the room, and spot Signora kneeling on the ground behind the bed, and you rush over.
"Signora, are you alright? Did you..." You sigh, touching her hand and feeling her scalding skin. "Come on, let's get you into the bed."
As always, Signora is overcome with a heavy silence, and you try hard not to wish you had been her first love as her eyes search for someone long deceased.
After removing her thick snow coat and tucking her into the bed, you wet a cloth and wipe the sweat from her face before laying it on her forehead.
You're starting to feel the heat too now, and you discard your own coat, highly aware of the little flaming moths now forming in the room.
"Signora, please avoid setting the room on fire-"
You gasp, cut off by a tight grip on your hand adjusting the cloth on her forehead. Signora looks at you through heat-dazed grief, but the moths disappear.
Her mouth opens, and you look away, already anticipating the name that will fall from her lips.
But, as you feel her warm fingers trace circles onto your palm, you instead hear your own name, called out in the midst of her stupor.
You switch out the cloth on her forehead for a fresh one and try not to cry.
when the female harbingers get sick, how did it happen and how do they react?
inspired by @rockingbytheseaside's one with the male harbingers here
dude I haven't written in too long I feel like all of them are super ooc kill me
Columbina
It was quiet in the Palace garden. Columbina sat on a bench, you laying on her shoulder as you nap.
Well, it was quiet.
"HaCHEW!"
The absurdly loud and violent sneeze that erupted from your beloved caused you to startle and almost fall off the bench... and then came another.
And another...
"Oh, dear... I'm sorry for waking you."
Columbina sniffles and rubs her eyes.
Columbina had caught a cold, unsurprisingly from her unsuited clothes for the cold of Snezhnaya.
Now, as you sit next to her, Columbina has turned into a burrito inside several Fatui coats, her hands that hold a mug of tea sticking out and slightly pink from the breeze.
"No need to apologise, Columbina. How are you going?"
This seemed to be her first experience with sickness.
"I find the stuffiness in my nose uncomfortable. And, my voice sounds strange."
Columbina sniffs and sneezes again.
It was true, Sandrone had been spared the Columbina alarm clock in the mornings as she was unable to sing.
"Don't worry, it will only last a few more days."
You smile and lay back against her.
"Hm... as long as you sing to me instead."
Arlecchino
It seemed like all that running around in the rain on a mission or something had caught up to her.
It was amusing, seeing Arlecchino bark at the youngest children to not play in the rain, with her being sick herself.
"This is quite inconvenient. I had planned on meeting the Iudex of Fontaine to discuss..."
You softly shushed her with a finger to her lips.
"You need a break. I'll make you a hot chocolate, stay right here."
A couple children tug on your sleeve with shining eyes.
"cough, cough... I think I'm sick too!" One declares with a hand over their mouth.
"I'm so cold after being in the rain... May I have a hot chocolate too?" Another pleads.
You and Arlecchino chuckle.
"Yes, yes. Now get yourself dried off before you actually catch a cold!"
"And don't track mud on the carpet!"
Arlecchino leans back into her chair, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders.
"They shouldn't see me like this. I can work fine in this state." She frowns.
"See you like what? Weak? And I swear to the Archons Arlecchino if you talk about work one more time, I will send a letter to the Tsaritsa requesting sick leave."
Sandrone
You always wondered if a robot like her could get sick, or the equivalent.
Now, you know.
"Sandrone, please lie down while I fix it."
You reach out, exasperated as she dodges your attempts to grab her.
"I a perfectly capable of removing water from my inner systems myself, thank you very much."
She snaps back at you.
"I have far too much work planned to take a break to fix something that isn't a problem!"
However, her declarations are very much contrasted with the stiff way her limbs move, and the sparks flying from the open panel in her back...
oh my Archons, are those sparks?!?
"Sandrone, get back here! There are sparks coming off from you!"
"And I insist, my body is incapable of falling apart from such a simple-"
She falls over.
Contrary to what you both believed, it seems like this will take far longer than a few minutes to fix. Water has somehow leaked into all parts of Sandrone's internal workings, and you need to remove it fast before it actually does any damage.
"Sit still."
If she will cooperate...
Signora
Signora is no stranger to fever, with her powers as the Crimson Witch of Flames bringing its own repercussions.
After what you call overusing her powers, and what Signora calls teaching someone a lesson, you had arrived to a slightly scorched bedchamber. (Hopefully the Tsaritsa won't mind.)
You scan the room, and spot Signora kneeling on the ground behind the bed, and you rush over.
"Signora, are you alright? Did you..." You sigh, touching her hand and feeling her scalding skin. "Come on, let's get you into the bed."
As always, Signora is overcome with a heavy silence, and you try hard not to wish you had been her first love as her eyes search for someone long deceased.
After removing her thick snow coat and tucking her into the bed, you wet a cloth and wipe the sweat from her face before laying it on her forehead.
You're starting to feel the heat too now, and you discard your own coat, highly aware of the little flaming moths now forming in the room.
"Signora, please avoid setting the room on fire-"
You gasp, cut off by a tight grip on your hand adjusting the cloth on her forehead. Signora looks at you through heat-dazed grief, but the moths disappear.
Her mouth opens, and you look away, already anticipating the name that will fall from her lips.
But, as you feel her warm fingers trace circles onto your palm, you instead hear your own name, called out in the midst of her stupor.
You switch out the cloth on her forehead for a fresh one and try not to cry.
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“I know we wanted her to stop yearning for so long but this is…” Xianyun only continues to stare at the sight, with the rest of the Adeptus- namely, Guizhong, Moon Carver and Mountain Shaper- watching wide eyed.
“I don’t think excessive covers it. It has barely been three years and-” Mountain Shaper gestures to the pair, who currently, with little regard for the rest of the world beyond their little bubble, sit in a way that to even immortals, would be scandalous had it not been building for so long.
“I’m not even surprised.” Guizhong mutters, watching as Morax’s tail swings to and fro, at times ceasing only to coil around your form as best it can as he works on some contract or the other, and you sleep- sat between his legs on the (cushioned) floor, head on his thigh, with his free hand entangled within your hair.
It is common practice, now for the both of you, but to the rest, it will forever be baffling how Morax now softens so swiftly in your hands- both of which are wrapped around his waist, brushing against the very base of his tail, which has, unfortunately for the wildlife- triggered Morax’s unending purr that has been shaking the mountains for the last hour. The Adepti watch for a few moments, before Guizhong sighs, muttering “One of us aught to wake her. We have business to tend to.” Her eyes flick to the rest, who share looks of slightly frightened contemplation.
“I quite like having my head attached to my neck.” Moon Carver is that to speak first, met by nods from Mountain Shaper, thus leaving-
“You are closer to them than I Guizhong. You do it.” Xianyun the traitor. Guizhong stifles a groan as the trio scatter off, taking a breath before she- as quietly as possible- knocks on the door to the study, meeting Morax’s gaze as it lifts to see who it is that enters the space.
“Guizhong. Is something the matter?” His voice is a gentle rumble, unsurprisingly so, even as you shift just so, the action met with a cease of breathing from the god for a moment, before he relaxes again. Guizhong, watching as so oft she is, only smiles, laughing softly at the sequence.
“No, nothing too major old friend.” She takes her seat across from him, her gaze flicking between your form then back to his face. “We simply have the elders to meet shortly. I was unawares as to both your whereabouts and now…well.” She nods to your sleeping form, and Morax chuckles, his hand slowly loosening itself from your hair and coming to cup your face just slightly. “I have not forgotten, fret not. I will wake her.” Guizhong looses all the (barely) concealed tension within her at the words, and she nods, watching as Morax, so unlike himself leans down just slightly to keep his voice low as he speaks.
“Little dove, the world awaits your rising. There is much to do and as much as I may adore your sleeping form so, it is that which we all must tend to.” His thumb brushes over your cheek slowly as he speaks, eyes watching each miniscule movement of your face as slowly you are pulled from the gold tinted world of your dreams, and into the reality which you call home.
He smiles then, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, letting you slowly rise, his quill dropped in favour of shielding your head from hitting the edge of the desk as you stand and stretch, hands lifted and back arced just so-
His eyes cannot focus elsewhere in that lingering, watching the way your form moves, the small sound of satisfaction at the loosening of your limbs you release, the shifting of the fabrics of your daily wear, the gleam of your hair as it lifts when your hands pass it before falling back against your body, the slow drop of your arms after, bringing them to rest on his shoulder with the other coming to your eyes to rub the tiredness out of them.
Guizhong once more observes for just a second as Morax (rather shamelessly) checks you out as you wake, before, in turn of your gentle inquiry as to her presence (once you notice she is even there to begin with), she responds. “We have the meeting with the people of Liyue, if you recall. It’s in fifteen minutes.” Ah shit, and you aren’t even dressed.
Morax and Guizhong watch as you, with barely much said beyond your call over back to them that you will be getting dressed promptly, near run out of the study to your rooms. The silence lingers for a moment before-
“You were undressing her with your eyes.”
“I request you do not refer to me appreciating my partner so crudely again.” He looks at her, and only sighs at the look on her face. “But you are not incorrect”
“You horny bast-“
He lifts a brow, only inclining his head, pursing his lips a moment before he speaks softly- embarrassed. “Guizhong, please. Spare my pride.”
His only answer is her ever joyous laughter that, of course as most entertainments of the recent weeks have been- comes at his expense.
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
The meeting of the elders with yourself, Morax and Guizhong was…informative, to some extents. If anything it only served to remind you how much younger you are than your two divine counterparts- hell, and barely older than the elders themselves. Of course this meant you tried- keyword tried- to watch and learn the way Morax and Guizhong handled things but still, in the end, it was like a small duckling staring up at a- well, dragon- in terms of the gap of intellect. And so, rather than just sit around and look stupid, you watched the children nearby, once again. A few of those you had seen years past were now already teenagers- so much taller than you had recalled, so much like their parents as they grew into their adulthood. It was humbling yet at the same time- you felt old.
It was an odd combination of emotions- the daunting realization of the gap of knowledge between yourself, Morax and Guizhong and yet the devastating blow of realization that the people you had seen as infants and toddlers, were now closer to adulthood than they were the age you met them as. Internally, you were proud, so, so proud of how far they had come and yet-
Morax barely even registered his movement of wrapping an arm around you as you curled into his chest, trying to hide from the world for just that bit longer as your emotions, gods damned hormones, really- overwhelmed you. His eyes remained on the speaking human, and yet- they flick down, watching you as you hide your face into his neck, clearly thinking of something that had you in this state. He would ask later of course, it would be against his nature not to know everything he could about you in an attempt to carry the burden with you (just as you made it your mission to carry the burden of damnation in the form of the gnosis with them when still you barely knew them those few years ago)
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
Guizhong felt the thrum of the gnosis strengthen once your own heart and Morax’s laid within such close proximity. It became a sensation she began to use as a compass of sorts- if it’s thrum became this much stronger, she would look for you first in Morax’s usual spots rather than your own. And oft find you exactly there, either laying across or atop the god. And some days… Guizhong finds she yearns for a similar comfort. From either of you truly. Her third of the gnosis, unless in meetings such as this one, lies as the loneliest, and she feels it heavily.
She is happy for you both, of course she is and yet-
Morax’s eyes catch hers as her thoughts come to a still. A slight tilt of his head- your habit- before she feels something coil around her waist and her yelp is barely stifled as Morax pulls her into the embrace, watching as she relaxes as her own part of the gnosis comes alive with power, and her head settles on his shoulder.
He is her closest, and longest known friend. Of course he could read her like an open book. Your own form is shifted to make the space necessary to have both of you touching him in some way or other, and your only query is answered with the opening of one eye to see her, and you smile, oh how you smile at her so brightly- before your hand finds hers, as once again you settle into listening to Morax’s heartbeat. Morax who is heading this meeting now without a single flinch as the elder’s faces gradually get more and more confused at the sight.
It was made clear long ago, that the trinity of divine which you all make, was not romantically involved, nor wedded as they had originally thought (not in the human understanding of wedded, anyways), yet now, barely half a decade since then, they see as Morax sits with both goddesses under an arm- one coiled into his form as if she needs it to breath, her hand loosely holding that of the other who still engages in the meeting yes but- relaxes, at the close proximity.
One of the newer elders is about to open their mouth to ask, but the rest, either kick him under the table, or shoot him looks to silence the query. The matters at hand are far too serious for such nonrelevant questions. They will ask another time, perhaps- one of the more casual walks you all still take perhaps, if they can get a hold of one of you before the children get a hold of all of you. (Unlikely, but they can hope).
What do the Harbingers do when they know the both of you are about to die, with nothing they can do?
Sorry guys I’m in a melancholic mood hehe 🤪
Can you tell who’s my fave just from this lol
0- The Jester
Pierro embraces you the way he did five hundred years ago.
Long ago, you had planned this. Planned the way you would go out together.
You would both share any final regrets, secrets, and grievances you had left unsaid.
For the two of you, burdened by immortality, this is a farewell to the world long overdue.
But when the day comes, The Jester, the formidable director of the Fatui, is unable to find it in himself to remain stoic and composed.
He embraces you, and this time he knows it will be the final one.
1- The Captain
Capitano, no, Thrain, weeps.
He weeps not for himself, but for you, you who had yet to see the flowers of the next spring, you who had yet to see one’s own child grow.
As he holds you, he will let himself be comforted. For once in his life, he allows himself vulnerability.
And as it ends, you wipe the tears from his rotted face and tell him how beautiful he is.
2- The Doctor
Zandik fights until it is too late.
Il Dottore is a heretic, and a defier of fate. He spends what could have been his final moments with you studying, searching, and resisting.
Zandik, yet to profess his love to anyone, Zandik, yet to call someone his own, oh, Zandik.
And, when he finally realises that there is nothing he can do, he looks back at your face and realises it is too late.
3- The Damslette
Columbina holds you and sings a lament to the moon.
She sings a final lullaby to send off the world, softening the end with gentle sleep.
She strokes your cheek, allowing her eyes to open at last.
And as a single tear falls down her face, she gasps as she witnesses the world’s, and your beauty for the first and final time.
4- The Knave
When the time comes, Peruere softens and allows weakness into the House of the Hearth.
Arlecchino sends the children for a day off, allowing candy and muddy boots in bedrooms.
She will gather you and the children, and read a storybook for them all, no matter their age.
She couldn’t bring herself to tell the children.
So, as she allows herself one final moment of softness, she tells the children how much she loves them, and she closes her eyes for the last time in your embrace.
5- The Rooster
Together with you, Pulcinella will reminisce.
He will sit with you in front of the fire, leafing through old diaries, photo albums, letters.
You will laugh together, weep together, and sit close like teenagers in love.
You’ll speak about what comes next, in your next life, and as always, it’s always together, the both of you together.
You’ll hold his hand and giggle at photos until it all ends.
6- The Balladeer
Scaramouche will allow himself to be held, and allow himself fear.
Long ago, Scaramouche hid away the part of him called Kunikuzushi. With it, he hid his fear, and there it had stayed.
Now, in your arms, he feels fear. And he allows it. He knows you fear too. But, he knows as well, that you hide it for him.
And you hide it well.
You sing him that simple Inazuman rhyme that mothers sing to children at bedtime. Kunikuzushi allows himself tears.
7- The Marionette
Sandrone feels warmth for the last time.
In her cold, unfeeling body, Sandrone has kept herself the same. Cold, unfeeling and unpleasant to all.
So why, did you allow this puppet to feel what was reserved for humanity?
She had just begun to cherish this feeling in her chest, a warmth not unlike what a true heart might be.
And now, she holds onto that warmth until the very end.
8- The Fair Lady
Rosalyne was not allowed her own goodbyes before. She will hold onto this one for as long as she can, despite the pain stabbing her fingers.
Signora will draw out her final moments with you for as long as possible. She will speak out loud every thought she has on you, listing everything she loves about you, and everything she wishes she could have done with you.
She may hold regrets from her past, but she will not allow the past to create regrets in the present.
She will hold you to her burning heart, and kiss you as the world is set on fire.
9- The Regrator
Pantalone will set it all aside, and sit with you by a river.
Pantalone will enjoy the sound of running water, the feeling of grass under his hands, the taste of you on his lips.
He will remember the times spent at this very spot before it all, before the Mora, the status, the pain.
You will smile at him with that dazzle in your eyes like you always have, and he will feel like a boy again.
10- ???
They wish they could be by your side, one last time.
11- Childe
Ajax will bring you to meet his family.
Watching you play with his siblings, Tartaglia wishes he could see the family you could have had together. He wishes he could see a child of his own grow without troubles. He wishes he could grow old with you, without the fighting, and the Fatui.
So instead, he’ll settle with popping up behind you and surprising you, laughing with his brothers and sisters while you scold him, pretending to be a happy family.
when the female harbingers get sick, how did it happen and how do they react?
inspired by @rockingbytheseaside's one with the male harbingers here
dude I haven't written in too long I feel like all of them are super ooc kill me
Columbina
It was quiet in the Palace garden. Columbina sat on a bench, you laying on her shoulder as you nap.
Well, it was quiet.
"HaCHEW!"
The absurdly loud and violent sneeze that erupted from your beloved caused you to startle and almost fall off the bench... and then came another.
And another...
"Oh, dear... I'm sorry for waking you."
Columbina sniffles and rubs her eyes.
Columbina had caught a cold, unsurprisingly from her unsuited clothes for the cold of Snezhnaya.
Now, as you sit next to her, Columbina has turned into a burrito inside several Fatui coats, her hands that hold a mug of tea sticking out and slightly pink from the breeze.
"No need to apologise, Columbina. How are you going?"
This seemed to be her first experience with sickness.
"I find the stuffiness in my nose uncomfortable. And, my voice sounds strange."
Columbina sniffs and sneezes again.
It was true, Sandrone had been spared the Columbina alarm clock in the mornings as she was unable to sing.
"Don't worry, it will only last a few more days."
You smile and lay back against her.
"Hm... as long as you sing to me instead."
Arlecchino
It seemed like all that running around in the rain on a mission or something had caught up to her.
It was amusing, seeing Arlecchino bark at the youngest children to not play in the rain, with her being sick herself.
"This is quite inconvenient. I had planned on meeting the Iudex of Fontaine to discuss..."
You softly shushed her with a finger to her lips.
"You need a break. I'll make you a hot chocolate, stay right here."
A couple children tug on your sleeve with shining eyes.
"cough, cough... I think I'm sick too!" One declares with a hand over their mouth.
"I'm so cold after being in the rain... May I have a hot chocolate too?" Another pleads.
You and Arlecchino chuckle.
"Yes, yes. Now get yourself dried off before you actually catch a cold!"
"And don't track mud on the carpet!"
Arlecchino leans back into her chair, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders.
"They shouldn't see me like this. I can work fine in this state." She frowns.
"See you like what? Weak? And I swear to the Archons Arlecchino if you talk about work one more time, I will send a letter to the Tsaritsa requesting sick leave."
Sandrone
You always wondered if a robot like her could get sick, or the equivalent.
Now, you know.
"Sandrone, please lie down while I fix it."
You reach out, exasperated as she dodges your attempts to grab her.
"I a perfectly capable of removing water from my inner systems myself, thank you very much."
She snaps back at you.
"I have far too much work planned to take a break to fix something that isn't a problem!"
However, her declarations are very much contrasted with the stiff way her limbs move, and the sparks flying from the open panel in her back...
oh my Archons, are those sparks?!?
"Sandrone, get back here! There are sparks coming off from you!"
"And I insist, my body is incapable of falling apart from such a simple-"
She falls over.
Contrary to what you both believed, it seems like this will take far longer than a few minutes to fix. Water has somehow leaked into all parts of Sandrone's internal workings, and you need to remove it fast before it actually does any damage.
"Sit still."
If she will cooperate...
Signora
Signora is no stranger to fever, with her powers as the Crimson Witch of Flames bringing its own repercussions.
After what you call overusing her powers, and what Signora calls teaching someone a lesson, you had arrived to a slightly scorched bedchamber. (Hopefully the Tsaritsa won't mind.)
You scan the room, and spot Signora kneeling on the ground behind the bed, and you rush over.
"Signora, are you alright? Did you..." You sigh, touching her hand and feeling her scalding skin. "Come on, let's get you into the bed."
As always, Signora is overcome with a heavy silence, and you try hard not to wish you had been her first love as her eyes search for someone long deceased.
After removing her thick snow coat and tucking her into the bed, you wet a cloth and wipe the sweat from her face before laying it on her forehead.
You're starting to feel the heat too now, and you discard your own coat, highly aware of the little flaming moths now forming in the room.
"Signora, please avoid setting the room on fire-"
You gasp, cut off by a tight grip on your hand adjusting the cloth on her forehead. Signora looks at you through heat-dazed grief, but the moths disappear.
Her mouth opens, and you look away, already anticipating the name that will fall from her lips.
But, as you feel her warm fingers trace circles onto your palm, you instead hear your own name, called out in the midst of her stupor.
You switch out the cloth on her forehead for a fresh one and try not to cry.
when the female harbingers get sick, how did it happen and how do they react?
inspired by @rockingbytheseaside's one with the male harbingers here
dude I haven't written in too long I feel like all of them are super ooc kill me
Columbina
It was quiet in the Palace garden. Columbina sat on a bench, you laying on her shoulder as you nap.
Well, it was quiet.
"HaCHEW!"
The absurdly loud and violent sneeze that erupted from your beloved caused you to startle and almost fall off the bench... and then came another.
And another...
"Oh, dear... I'm sorry for waking you."
Columbina sniffles and rubs her eyes.
Columbina had caught a cold, unsurprisingly from her unsuited clothes for the cold of Snezhnaya.
Now, as you sit next to her, Columbina has turned into a burrito inside several Fatui coats, her hands that hold a mug of tea sticking out and slightly pink from the breeze.
"No need to apologise, Columbina. How are you going?"
This seemed to be her first experience with sickness.
"I find the stuffiness in my nose uncomfortable. And, my voice sounds strange."
Columbina sniffs and sneezes again.
It was true, Sandrone had been spared the Columbina alarm clock in the mornings as she was unable to sing.
"Don't worry, it will only last a few more days."
You smile and lay back against her.
"Hm... as long as you sing to me instead."
Arlecchino
It seemed like all that running around in the rain on a mission or something had caught up to her.
It was amusing, seeing Arlecchino bark at the youngest children to not play in the rain, with her being sick herself.
"This is quite inconvenient. I had planned on meeting the Iudex of Fontaine to discuss..."
You softly shushed her with a finger to her lips.
"You need a break. I'll make you a hot chocolate, stay right here."
A couple children tug on your sleeve with shining eyes.
"cough, cough... I think I'm sick too!" One declares with a hand over their mouth.
"I'm so cold after being in the rain... May I have a hot chocolate too?" Another pleads.
You and Arlecchino chuckle.
"Yes, yes. Now get yourself dried off before you actually catch a cold!"
"And don't track mud on the carpet!"
Arlecchino leans back into her chair, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders.
"They shouldn't see me like this. I can work fine in this state." She frowns.
"See you like what? Weak? And I swear to the Archons Arlecchino if you talk about work one more time, I will send a letter to the Tsaritsa requesting sick leave."
Sandrone
You always wondered if a robot like her could get sick, or the equivalent.
Now, you know.
"Sandrone, please lie down while I fix it."
You reach out, exasperated as she dodges your attempts to grab her.
"I a perfectly capable of removing water from my inner systems myself, thank you very much."
She snaps back at you.
"I have far too much work planned to take a break to fix something that isn't a problem!"
However, her declarations are very much contrasted with the stiff way her limbs move, and the sparks flying from the open panel in her back...
oh my Archons, are those sparks?!?
"Sandrone, get back here! There are sparks coming off from you!"
"And I insist, my body is incapable of falling apart from such a simple-"
She falls over.
Contrary to what you both believed, it seems like this will take far longer than a few minutes to fix. Water has somehow leaked into all parts of Sandrone's internal workings, and you need to remove it fast before it actually does any damage.
"Sit still."
If she will cooperate...
Signora
Signora is no stranger to fever, with her powers as the Crimson Witch of Flames bringing its own repercussions.
After what you call overusing her powers, and what Signora calls teaching someone a lesson, you had arrived to a slightly scorched bedchamber. (Hopefully the Tsaritsa won't mind.)
You scan the room, and spot Signora kneeling on the ground behind the bed, and you rush over.
"Signora, are you alright? Did you..." You sigh, touching her hand and feeling her scalding skin. "Come on, let's get you into the bed."
As always, Signora is overcome with a heavy silence, and you try hard not to wish you had been her first love as her eyes search for someone long deceased.
After removing her thick snow coat and tucking her into the bed, you wet a cloth and wipe the sweat from her face before laying it on her forehead.
You're starting to feel the heat too now, and you discard your own coat, highly aware of the little flaming moths now forming in the room.
"Signora, please avoid setting the room on fire-"
You gasp, cut off by a tight grip on your hand adjusting the cloth on her forehead. Signora looks at you through heat-dazed grief, but the moths disappear.
Her mouth opens, and you look away, already anticipating the name that will fall from her lips.
But, as you feel her warm fingers trace circles onto your palm, you instead hear your own name, called out in the midst of her stupor.
You switch out the cloth on her forehead for a fresh one and try not to cry.
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when the female harbingers get sick, how did it happen and how do they react?
inspired by @rockingbytheseaside's one with the male harbingers here
dude I haven't written in too long I feel like all of them are super ooc kill me
Columbina
It was quiet in the Palace garden. Columbina sat on a bench, you laying on her shoulder as you nap.
Well, it was quiet.
"HaCHEW!"
The absurdly loud and violent sneeze that erupted from your beloved caused you to startle and almost fall off the bench... and then came another.
And another...
"Oh, dear... I'm sorry for waking you."
Columbina sniffles and rubs her eyes.
Columbina had caught a cold, unsurprisingly from her unsuited clothes for the cold of Snezhnaya.
Now, as you sit next to her, Columbina has turned into a burrito inside several Fatui coats, her hands that hold a mug of tea sticking out and slightly pink from the breeze.
"No need to apologise, Columbina. How are you going?"
This seemed to be her first experience with sickness.
"I find the stuffiness in my nose uncomfortable. And, my voice sounds strange."
Columbina sniffs and sneezes again.
It was true, Sandrone had been spared the Columbina alarm clock in the mornings as she was unable to sing.
"Don't worry, it will only last a few more days."
You smile and lay back against her.
"Hm... as long as you sing to me instead."
Arlecchino
It seemed like all that running around in the rain on a mission or something had caught up to her.
It was amusing, seeing Arlecchino bark at the youngest children to not play in the rain, with her being sick herself.
"This is quite inconvenient. I had planned on meeting the Iudex of Fontaine to discuss..."
You softly shushed her with a finger to her lips.
"You need a break. I'll make you a hot chocolate, stay right here."
A couple children tug on your sleeve with shining eyes.
"cough, cough... I think I'm sick too!" One declares with a hand over their mouth.
"I'm so cold after being in the rain... May I have a hot chocolate too?" Another pleads.
You and Arlecchino chuckle.
"Yes, yes. Now get yourself dried off before you actually catch a cold!"
"And don't track mud on the carpet!"
Arlecchino leans back into her chair, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders.
"They shouldn't see me like this. I can work fine in this state." She frowns.
"See you like what? Weak? And I swear to the Archons Arlecchino if you talk about work one more time, I will send a letter to the Tsaritsa requesting sick leave."
Sandrone
You always wondered if a robot like her could get sick, or the equivalent.
Now, you know.
"Sandrone, please lie down while I fix it."
You reach out, exasperated as she dodges your attempts to grab her.
"I a perfectly capable of removing water from my inner systems myself, thank you very much."
She snaps back at you.
"I have far too much work planned to take a break to fix something that isn't a problem!"
However, her declarations are very much contrasted with the stiff way her limbs move, and the sparks flying from the open panel in her back...
oh my Archons, are those sparks?!?
"Sandrone, get back here! There are sparks coming off from you!"
"And I insist, my body is incapable of falling apart from such a simple-"
She falls over.
Contrary to what you both believed, it seems like this will take far longer than a few minutes to fix. Water has somehow leaked into all parts of Sandrone's internal workings, and you need to remove it fast before it actually does any damage.
"Sit still."
If she will cooperate...
Signora
Signora is no stranger to fever, with her powers as the Crimson Witch of Flames bringing its own repercussions.
After what you call overusing her powers, and what Signora calls teaching someone a lesson, you had arrived to a slightly scorched bedchamber. (Hopefully the Tsaritsa won't mind.)
You scan the room, and spot Signora kneeling on the ground behind the bed, and you rush over.
"Signora, are you alright? Did you..." You sigh, touching her hand and feeling her scalding skin. "Come on, let's get you into the bed."
As always, Signora is overcome with a heavy silence, and you try hard not to wish you had been her first love as her eyes search for someone long deceased.
After removing her thick snow coat and tucking her into the bed, you wet a cloth and wipe the sweat from her face before laying it on her forehead.
You're starting to feel the heat too now, and you discard your own coat, highly aware of the little flaming moths now forming in the room.
"Signora, please avoid setting the room on fire-"
You gasp, cut off by a tight grip on your hand adjusting the cloth on her forehead. Signora looks at you through heat-dazed grief, but the moths disappear.
Her mouth opens, and you look away, already anticipating the name that will fall from her lips.
But, as you feel her warm fingers trace circles onto your palm, you instead hear your own name, called out in the midst of her stupor.
You switch out the cloth on her forehead for a fresh one and try not to cry.
when the female harbingers get sick, how did it happen and how do they react?
inspired by @rockingbytheseaside's one with the male harbingers here
dude I haven't written in too long I feel like all of them are super ooc kill me
Columbina
It was quiet in the Palace garden. Columbina sat on a bench, you laying on her shoulder as you nap.
Well, it was quiet.
"HaCHEW!"
The absurdly loud and violent sneeze that erupted from your beloved caused you to startle and almost fall off the bench... and then came another.
And another...
"Oh, dear... I'm sorry for waking you."
Columbina sniffles and rubs her eyes.
Columbina had caught a cold, unsurprisingly from her unsuited clothes for the cold of Snezhnaya.
Now, as you sit next to her, Columbina has turned into a burrito inside several Fatui coats, her hands that hold a mug of tea sticking out and slightly pink from the breeze.
"No need to apologise, Columbina. How are you going?"
This seemed to be her first experience with sickness.
"I find the stuffiness in my nose uncomfortable. And, my voice sounds strange."
Columbina sniffs and sneezes again.
It was true, Sandrone had been spared the Columbina alarm clock in the mornings as she was unable to sing.
"Don't worry, it will only last a few more days."
You smile and lay back against her.
"Hm... as long as you sing to me instead."
Arlecchino
It seemed like all that running around in the rain on a mission or something had caught up to her.
It was amusing, seeing Arlecchino bark at the youngest children to not play in the rain, with her being sick herself.
"This is quite inconvenient. I had planned on meeting the Iudex of Fontaine to discuss..."
You softly shushed her with a finger to her lips.
"You need a break. I'll make you a hot chocolate, stay right here."
A couple children tug on your sleeve with shining eyes.
"cough, cough... I think I'm sick too!" One declares with a hand over their mouth.
"I'm so cold after being in the rain... May I have a hot chocolate too?" Another pleads.
You and Arlecchino chuckle.
"Yes, yes. Now get yourself dried off before you actually catch a cold!"
"And don't track mud on the carpet!"
Arlecchino leans back into her chair, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders.
"They shouldn't see me like this. I can work fine in this state." She frowns.
"See you like what? Weak? And I swear to the Archons Arlecchino if you talk about work one more time, I will send a letter to the Tsaritsa requesting sick leave."
Sandrone
You always wondered if a robot like her could get sick, or the equivalent.
Now, you know.
"Sandrone, please lie down while I fix it."
You reach out, exasperated as she dodges your attempts to grab her.
"I a perfectly capable of removing water from my inner systems myself, thank you very much."
She snaps back at you.
"I have far too much work planned to take a break to fix something that isn't a problem!"
However, her declarations are very much contrasted with the stiff way her limbs move, and the sparks flying from the open panel in her back...
oh my Archons, are those sparks?!?
"Sandrone, get back here! There are sparks coming off from you!"
"And I insist, my body is incapable of falling apart from such a simple-"
She falls over.
Contrary to what you both believed, it seems like this will take far longer than a few minutes to fix. Water has somehow leaked into all parts of Sandrone's internal workings, and you need to remove it fast before it actually does any damage.
"Sit still."
If she will cooperate...
Signora
Signora is no stranger to fever, with her powers as the Crimson Witch of Flames bringing its own repercussions.
After what you call overusing her powers, and what Signora calls teaching someone a lesson, you had arrived to a slightly scorched bedchamber. (Hopefully the Tsaritsa won't mind.)
You scan the room, and spot Signora kneeling on the ground behind the bed, and you rush over.
"Signora, are you alright? Did you..." You sigh, touching her hand and feeling her scalding skin. "Come on, let's get you into the bed."
As always, Signora is overcome with a heavy silence, and you try hard not to wish you had been her first love as her eyes search for someone long deceased.
After removing her thick snow coat and tucking her into the bed, you wet a cloth and wipe the sweat from her face before laying it on her forehead.
You're starting to feel the heat too now, and you discard your own coat, highly aware of the little flaming moths now forming in the room.
"Signora, please avoid setting the room on fire-"
You gasp, cut off by a tight grip on your hand adjusting the cloth on her forehead. Signora looks at you through heat-dazed grief, but the moths disappear.
Her mouth opens, and you look away, already anticipating the name that will fall from her lips.
But, as you feel her warm fingers trace circles onto your palm, you instead hear your own name, called out in the midst of her stupor.
You switch out the cloth on her forehead for a fresh one and try not to cry.
