Synopsis: Despite your mind's protests, your body craved something different.
first part
a/n -> technically this isnt a reader x anyone but its ventis gnosis so... i dont know how to feel about this tbh but i wouldnt say im ashamed LMAO. this suggestion actually reminds me of a childe x m reader fic i read a while ago. i dont remember much but reader was the hydro archon i think and childe fucked the shit out of him lol. and put readers gnosis inside him and took it then left. really shitty description but i cant find it anymore :( lets ignore the fact that using ventis gnosis - or any at all - would hurt pls
wc -> 1.6k
cw -> improper use of a gnosis??, anal fingering, masturbation, harbinger reader, not beta read
You hadn't done much after you boarded the large boat that would send you back to Snezhnaya. You spent most of your time asleep within the confines of your designated room. There wasn't much, but it was definitely better than nothing.
You stared at the ceiling in boredom. There was no current use for you, so you had no way of spending your time. That was one of the things you disliked about being a Harbinger. You were rarely able to develop or pursue hobbies and interests outside your field of work, so when you had free time, you were always unsure of what to do.
You usually resorted to helping one of the others if they needed it (if they were around) - minus Dottore, Sandrone, and Pierro. Tsaritsa knows you would never understand what they do. But you're by your lonesome, now. So it's just you and your thoughts.
You swallowed hard when you thought back to a few days prior to your departure. You tried hard to recall something else, but the memory seemed to persist. With the disadvantage of having nothing to keep you occupied, you were given no choice but to remember the event that took place in Windrise.
Goosebumps littered your flesh at the recollection of the barrage of sensations forced upon your body. The fresh air, the chilled stone against your back, the warmth of the Anemo Archon's body close to yours...
You could feel your face heating up when you remembered the ecstasy he made you feel. In shame or arousal, you didn't know.
You loudly groaned and hid your face within your hands, completely contrasting your professional title as a Harbinger. The memory seemed to appear more vividly the harder you tried to forget about it, which left you in a state of lust and confusion. Pleasure dropped in your stomach like a rock when you slowly began to succumb to the memory's hold.
You dragged a hand down your torso as you let it play over and over again, tentatively placing a hand over your hardening cock to give it a light squeeze. A sigh left your lips as you gently palmed yourself through your clothes, relishing in the mild waves of pleasure that coursed through you.
You rubbed yourself for a few moments longer before you began to crave something more, though you took your time removing the bottom half of your clothes. You were a bit surprised to see a small wet patch already forming through the fabric of your boxers. Maybe the god was right. You must've enjoyed it more than you admitted.
The thought sent the heat of irritation into your chest, making you furrow your eyebrows and grind your teeth. But you had something to deal with at the moment. You could dwell in your anger another time.
You let out a shaky exhale as you finally began to stroke your dick, gathering droplets of precum to make it smoother. It throbbed fervently in your hand, hips lightly jutting upwards. You used your other hand to massage and squeeze your balls.
You subconsciously bit your lip when you began to release quiet grunts and moans. Although you knew the walls were made of the sturdiest and thickest wood in Snezhnaya, you didn't want to risk letting others know what you were doing.
You brought up your other hand and placed two fingers in your mouth to suck on them. Deeming them wet enough, you took them out and hesitantly prodded at your hole. You weren't lying when you said that you've never been the one to be fucked before. But this lack of knowledge wasn't enough to deter you from continuing.
It was a strange sensation now that you were given enough time to actually process it. You were slightly expecting the same burn from before, but was pleasantly surprised to find out that there was none. Slowly, you began moving your fingers in a steady rhythm, getting used to the feeling.
You accidentally let out a loud moan when your fingers brushed up against a small bump, a shock of pleasure running through your body. You continued to press up against it while jerking yourself off. You moved your hands faster, trying to raise yourself up to your orgasm, but you were unable to push yourself over the edge.
Letting out a frustrated sigh, you momentarily paused. You needed to get rid of your erection before the ship docked. You couldn't just leave it and hope that it goes down on its own, and you were far too into this to ignore it.
You looked around your room. There wasn't anything that could help you reach your orgasm.
Slightly turning your head to the left, your eyes were met with the teal Gnosis you had stolen. You pursed your lips and contemplated your next move.
"Fuck it," you lowly muttered and reached for the item. Holding it by the crown, you spat on your free hand and smeared your saliva over it. Before you could give yourself time to think about what you were doing, you began pushing it inside you.
The details on the Gnosis heightened your pleasure, relishing in the way it dragged against your insides. You stroked your cock, rubbing a thumb over the head to spread your precum. You sighed when you finally managed to get it all the way inside you – save for the crown part.
Opening your legs just a bit wider, you pulled it out of you just to push it back in, setting a comfortable pace. You sped up your other hand, the mix of erotic squelching and quiet slaps reverberating through the room.
The familiar heat in your abdomen intensified with each passing second. Your back arched in ecstasy and a sensation akin to electricity ran up and down your spine. Momentarily peering down at the Gnosis, you faintly questioned if the god could feel what you were doing. It was highly unlikely, but one could wonder.
You shifted your wrist holding the item, and it suddenly felt like fire was rushing through your body. You bit your lip harder and heavily breathed through your nose and continued your assault against your prostate. It was hard trying to keep quiet, and you think you would've let your voice out if it weren't for the fact you had your status to uphold and pride to keep.
You could feel your body tensing the closer you got to your orgasm, moving the slightest bit faster.
You were so close. Just a few moments more, and –
"Lord Harbinger," someone said from behind the door. "We will be arriving in an hour."
You ignored them in hopes they would leave it at that, but they seemed to be concerned with your lack of answer.
"My Lord?"
You knew you should've stopped to reply, but you opted not to. Not when you were already so close. Your cock throbbed fervently in your hand, weeping copious amounts of precum for you to rub your palm and thumb over.
It was exhilarating. Knowing that the one behind the door could be persistent enough to possibly hear what you were doing. If they ever did find out, they would no doubt tell their friends and start the wildfire of rumor.
You nearly choked on your spit when your orgasm finally washed over you. You continued to stroke your dick to ride out your high, your cum spurting over your abdomen and hand. You tightened considerably around the Gnosis and found it difficult to move it any further.
"Is everything okay in there?"
You thought they left, already. An annoyed huff left your lips as you rolled your eyes. Pulling the item out of you, you tossed it somewhere on the bed and cleaned yourself with a handkerchief.
The person jumped in surprise when you flung the door open.
"Don't speak to me as if we're friends," you said. A mix of fear and surprise contorted their face as they nodded vigorously.
"My deepest apologies," their voice was weak. "I just wanted to tell you that we will–"
"I heard you."
"Right. Well, then..." they trailed off. With a rushed bow, they hurried away.
You closed the door and turned around to face the bed. You sat down on it and ran a hand through your hair. Now that the overwhelming feeling of lust dissipated, you were overtaken with shame and guilt. You deeply questioned why you would ever do such a thing. Especially when you had to turn it in to Her Majesty.
You grabbed the Gnosis and examined it. It was still slick with your fluids.
You wondered if this was considered very disrespectful as you wiped it with the clean part of your handkerchief. Oh, well. It's not like you're going to see him again any time soon.
Rising from the bed, you put your thick fur coat on and hid the Gnosis within it. The frigid air of Snezhnaya was biting and unforgiving, but years of living in this weather heightened your tolerance for it. You traversed the cold boat in search of a restroom, swiftly entering one when you found it.
You thoroughly scrubbed the Gnosis with your fingers under the freezing water. They were numb by the time you decided it was clean. You dried it off on your coat and stared at yourself in the mirror.
Now you really couldn't let anybody know about this.
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CW: not proofread cuz i wrote this mid class lmao, mentions of sex, drugging and death (not the mc), dysfunctional family
Summary: Since the death of Crepus Ragnvindr, His two sons have all but severed ties with each other. Only speaking when they must. And neither brother ever fails to remind the other of the reason why. However strong their hatred for each other, they never managed to show such disdain towards their little sister. But perhaps hate would have been kinder then neglect.
Note: This is based off the theory that Pierro is Kaeya's father, and that the Tsaritsa is collecting gnosis to rebel against celestia
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Chapter 2: Watchers in The Wall
night gathers and now my watch begins
Mondstat. The Great City of Wind and Wine. Full of Songs and Bards and Freedom to do as one wishes.
It felt real, sitting atop the tallest windmill in the main city, looking down at the people, packing up their things to go to home. Take a rest, eat dinner. The simplicity and uniqueness of every person she took a glance at made her smile, just a little.
The things she never got to enjoy, will never get to experience without casting a cautious glance back.
The things she has protected on behalf of others. While everyone goes to bed, only two people remain awake
it shall not end until my death.
While Diluc takes the supposed mysterious and lowkey job of a vigilante, she takes it as an opportunity to gather information. Get blackmail, intel. Interrogate
She cared not for the wellbeing of others who would not give a shit about hers, had they seen her in danger. Diluc was glorified hero, whilst Lady Albrich, and to her dismay, Her brother Kaeya—were most skilled in strategy and scheme. More her then him, since he too had decided to join the Knights, an incapable lot if you asked her
I shall take no wife, hold no lands. father no children
The last door shut, and her watch began. Pulling a hood over her head, she took a seemingly leisurely walk down the walls of mondstat. Heels clicking, loudly, challengingly, and yet it had no source.
Since the beginning of the end of Autumn in Mondstat, this sound had been one repeating almost every night. It faded to one wall and became louder in the other, surrounding the city and taking it hostage in its grasp
i shall wear no crowns. win no glory
It was eerie, irritating to the ear until it made you wanna scream to drown out the sound. And just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore....
i am the shield that guards the realms of men
It stopped, and seemingly turned into a specific intersection before fading into its victims home.
Today, it was Mikail. For the time being he was no victim but an ally. A Fatuus stationed in Mondstat to report back to his superior, and the intel would get to Lord Tartaglia.
It was amusing really. The ginger truly was a puppy to play fetch with. The Fatui had seemingly bored Mondstat and decided to keep a lazy eye on it. Up until recently when Y/N had made her next move. Did Pierro order more personnel into the city of freedom to watch her.
i am the sword in the darkness
And Mikhail, was to be her plaything until she got all she needed.
Men like him were so easy, anything for a person with a set of tits. Especially when war and violence is added into the equation. Soldiers throw themselves at women's feet for a chance to bask in pleasure before the pain
And Y/N knew how to play them to her needs. Her brothers were aware of her silver tongue, it seemed to run deep in Albrich family. What else she did though, was up to their imagination
Despite hating their little sister they never wanted to acknowledge the sinful things she did. The rumors that went about. They decided to close an ear when it came to things that made their skin crawl to think about her being in. Diluc couldn't give two shits about her fairs until it involved violence. Only then would he almost sound like he cared. Since he didn't pay mind to it when it was his brother the culprit.
Tsk, Tsk. Father wouldn't be pleased
The so-called gentlemen he raised broke up the family they had. How sad
Nonetheless, she knocked a pattern on the door, and was instantly let in by an all too eager, silver-haired male.
Y/N chuckled, "Eager are we? You know what I want Mikhail, do it for me and ill give you what you want." Luckily, this was her last day in his home.
He gazed up with wondrous but annoyed eyes. "Later Later, please i really need you today." He gripped onto her arm, tugging her. But she didn't budge
Y/N lifted her foot off the ground and shoved it into his chest, making him sit, keeping a steady hold on his lower stomach with it. "I won't give you anything if you aren't good to me. That's only fair." He sighed, raising his bare arms in surrender.
"The Balladeer has been turned into a God in Sumeru, soundly defeated by the Traveler however."
She raised a brow, "The Jester allowed this? Doesn't he have hate to all archons and adepti? Even his snow queen gets the stink eye."
"It was an experiment, if they could use it to infiltrate and further progress to Her Majesty The Tsaritsa's goal, it was nothing him and The Doctor couldn't tinker with."
"Is that so? Do you know where The Doctor is now? I heard he returned to Scheznaya." She let go of him and began to take off her coat and heels, making herself comfortable.
Quickly, he hurried to tell her what he had. "Yes, he is. Reporting to Her Majesty, He doesn't plan to leave soon. Make haste." Mikhail grabbed her by the waist and spun her around. Tackling her back to the couch he sat on a moment ago.
Within a few hours the last of her deal with the Fatuus was exchanged. Drying her hair as she quietly walked back into the bedroom, Y/N crouched down to the floor, instead of making a rukus to put her clothes back on, she began to fill a syringe in her bag with polluted water.
It was easy work. Slipping the needle into his arm pressing down gently and watched his body shiver and writhe while she took her time putting her clothes back on.
i am the watcher in the walls
She grabbed her bag and her cloak and quietly stepped out of his home, heels clicking once more as she began to make her way out of mondstat and to her home in Springvale.
"There you are~ " Spoke a voice deep, and familiar. Mocking and angry. She stopped and her glare set on her face naturally.
Turning around, she raised her chin high and looked down her nose.
"Mr. Ragnvindr, to what do I owee the pleasure on this fine night? Out for a stroll..
Darknight Hero?"
Night Gathers and now my watch begins
I hereby pledge my life to King Irmin and the homeland . For this Night, and All nights to come.
Imagine sneaking around Mondstadt as a Fatui Agent and getting caught by the Dark Knight Hero. He demands to know what you're planning or any sort of information, and you perfectly act the part of a scared underling who's only following orders. You can't help it, you're at the bottom of the Fatui food chain, you’re a disposable puppet. This is what you tell him in tears, as he keeps you pinned against a wall. He hesitantly leaves the scene. The following week, he's with the Acting Grandmaster waiting to “welcome” a high ranking diplomat from Snezhnaya, one of the 11 Harbingers, for a business meeting on trade and diplomacy. You step out of the carriage, walking up to them with a sly smile. He's frozen, jaw clenched and fists tight by his side. “I don't believe this is the first time we met, Lord Ragvindr?”
~ Scene A ~
It was quite simple, really. The moment you, a Fatui Harbinger, heard of the mysterious Dark Knight Hero of Mondstadt, you were instantly hooked! Finally something interesting! You were getting bored with all the professional diplomacy you had to do. Coincidentally, you had a scheduled general assembly with the elite of Mondstadt to discuss business and diplomacy as an envoy.
The week before your arrival, you had your escorts stay the night in Springvale while you sneaked into the city walls wearing a typical Cryo Cicin Mage uniform. You didn't attempt to hide your suspicious actions — no, you wanted to get caught. Not that you were confident he'd be patrolling; somehow, you just knew the rumored hero would be around.
And you were right! The minute you attempted to approach an unsuspecting teenager staying up way past their bedtime, you were kicked back into an alley. Movement so efficient and silent, you were almost shocked. A masked man with flaming red hair pushes you up against the wall, his tight grip on your wrist rapidly heating to the point it might leave burns.
‘Is this a pyro vision?’
He stares you down with a glare, eyes prettier than any ruby or agnidus agate you own. You almost smirk as excitement builds up in your stomach.
“What's your purpose here? Don't you dare tell me it's for diplomacy. This area is off bounds for the Fatui.” He spat. The way he says Fatui with so much hatred has your back shivering in delight.
“I- I was only wandering around!” You stutter as you weakly tug at his vice grip.
“What were you planning to do with that teenager?” He pushes your body back again, the back of your head hitting the concrete wall.
“I w-was going to ask for directions!”
“Don't lie to me. You've been lurking around the area. You're not lost.” You felt him losing patience as your wrist burns slightly. It hurts enough to make you whimper, but you can't help the internal joy upon your discovery: the darknight hero isn't just a random civilian doing vigilante work — no, he's a vision user with enough experience to interrogate and stalk a Fatui agent.
“L-like I said, I needed directions! Please let me go!”
“I can burn more than just your wrist if you keep this up.” Tears welled up in your eyes as you made an obvious sob. You feel the heat in your wrist diminishing.
‘So he's a sympathetic anti-hero? How cute,’ You thought to yourself.
“I-I’m just an agent under the 7th Harbinger! I was ordered to scout the area in p-preparation for her arrival. That's all I was told, I swear!”
“What do you mean that's all you know?” He says with a low growl, before he can continue you start to ramble, perfecting the reaction of a scared little agent.
“This e-envoy trip is my first big assignment, please! I’m at the bottom of-of the Fatui hierarchy, I-I just followed orders.” The masked vigilante stares at you for a few seconds longer, eyes narrowing in suspicion. As Diluc, he's starting to feel like the villain in the way he's threatening a vulnerable newbie but his gut was telling him that something was terribly wrong here. it's not easy to fool the overly careful darknight.
Pride swelled in you the moment he roughly releases his grip. There was a moment of silence as you bring your wrist to your chest, whimpering while you observe the slight burns that might leave a mark for a few months.
“I suggest you think twice about your career choice,” He says, looking back at you. You nod quickly, unsure if he feels remorse or sympathy but the fact that he walks away without another word implies that he wasn't planning on taking the conversation any further.
~ Scene B ~
The moment you arrived in the hotel that fateful night, you immediately ordered your agents to find out the identity of Mondstadt’s darknight hero. Each day, they would tell you they failed. Each day, you'd punish them for their failures. To your agents, they saw it as the beginning of an obsession: this was only supported by the fact that you'd caress the burn mark on your wrist so sweetly.
It was your impatience which caused you to use your vision in order to figure out the darknight’s identity. Imagine your delight when you found out it was Mondstadt’s very own bachelor and tycoon, of whom you'll be meeting in a few days.
~ Scene C ~
It was your long awaited moment. The minute your underling opened the carriage door, your heart started beating loudly. Not out of nervousness — no, it was the pure excitement of meeting such an interesting figure that can quench your boredom of life.
You walked up the stairs to the Favonius headquarters, seeing the Acting Grandmaster putting on a polite smile, the famous librarian right next to her, and — him.
Diluc Ragvindr stood with the aura you expected of a nobleman. He didn't sport a polite smile or a welcoming atmosphere, yet he was beautiful and you craved for him. You greeted the ladies first with a small bow, exchanging quick pleasantries and introducing yourself as the 7th Harbinger before turning to the redhead.
He raises his hand — whether it was in an effort to kiss the back of your knuckles or to shake your hand, you'll never know — Instead he pauses when he sees the hand you place on his. Burn mark in full view where the imprints of his fingers never quite faded. You smile at him, the object of your obsession.
“I don't believe this is the first time we met, Lord Ragnvindr.”
If pulcinella warms up to us it will havr to be for ulterior motives, i think i remember scaramouch saying that he only takes care of childe's sibling because he wants to use them as blackmail.
I think we could get along we childe tho, he our 4lifer fr <3
What character from commedia dell'art do you think we would play ??
Personally im leaning for "the pawn"
Pulcinella DEFINITELY has ulterior motives, his short santa clause looking ass def ain't leaving any nice presents for us tonight💀
Anyways, ignoring the other fatui reader fics, maybe we could be Brighella? Brighella fits the description of the harbingers: Cruel.
But if we're leaning onto my non-serious au it'd probably be Zanni since well. Clown.
I don't know much about Commedia Dell'arte so this might be so wrong😨💀💀
Imagine the reader is an anti hero in genshin and is one of the fatui harbingers who was forced to join. Every member who worked under her had a similar reason for joining such as being forced, or didn’t have a choice, etc. and that has become the reason why every fatui member who works under her are extremely close to each other like a tight-knitted family. To others who aren’t working under her, she is known as the kitsune for being cunning, intelligent, elusive, tricks, very good insight, silver tongue, and an enigma.
To the ones who worked under her, they see her as a family member. Plus points if there are kids that need to be babysat while keeping the fatui business a secret from them? Done! They can bring their kids or toddler siblings to the reader's headquarters. Tutor? No problem. No one to watch over them while parents who work under her are on a long mission? They can just bring them and the reader would be the one taking care of them. Imagine that the kids of the fatui members became close friends due to that. Then they would have a lot of doting aunts, uncles, and older siblings who are working under her.
She is against the idea of killing people but, orders are orders from superiors and it needs to be followed in order not to raise any suspicions towards her. But there are times that she will be the one who will judge if the target really deserved to be killed or not, especially the witnesses. Imagine using the destruction and fire to villages, and she and the other members used it as a cover to help the witnesses escape and guided them to her (insert her home town or city) for refuge. And in return, all they ask for the witnesses is to keep the whole thing a secret due to the reputation that needs to be held. The ones who worked under her were extremely skilled in looking for information and tactics. They do this out of spite due to their dreams being broken and all.
She may have the reputation as the kitsune, but deep down despite all the blood that has coated her hands, she still wanted to help anybody in her own way. She still cares but she would only show it towards the ones who are worthy enough to see it or when they are outside of their work. She would still give nudges and any indirect help towards the Mc, the favonious knights, or the Quixing without letting the ones pick up her intention due to the image that she needs to put up. Plus points if the traveler and few others noticed, they never mentioned it or they figured out the reason.
Edit: also plus points if the subordinates who worked under her were the chaotic bunch out of the rest.
It is up to you guys if you want to write this as an inspiration for a headcanon or not. I just like to share ideas that randomly pops out and leaves in a flash.
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THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SCHEDULED BUT I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED IT LIKE THE DUMBASS THAT I AM AHAHAHAH
*A sneak peek on the next fic I'm working on, it's not what you think in face value*
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If you wanna go in blind, ignore this uwu but I assume it's not that much of a spoiler really
Antinomy
"Do you know the spiritual meaning of 11? What about in numerology? You'll find it quite intriguing, funny even... until it starts making sense."
I. First Sighting
II. Second Assignment
III. 3 PM Assembly
IV. Counting Crows
V. His Siblings
VI. Sixth Nation
VII. Seven Correspondence
VIII. Eight Fleeting Glances
IX. 9 years of employment
X. Tenth Spar
XI. Eleventh of the Fatui Harbinger
"There's nothing more courageous than humiliating yourself in front of the Tsaritsa and the 10 Harbingers by using a shitty alias."
Childe, or the one and only Ajax, offered the most scandalous gasp he can muster next to her.
"Well, I think it's more original than Viscaria, stolen from a literal flower!"
Viscaria, or the one and only (Y/N), offered the most over-the-top choke she can drawl out in response.
Behind them stood the most exasperated looking Fatui subordinates over their superiors' antics, conveying such emotions clearly despite the masks they are forced to wear.
