Scaramouche slammed his clenched fist down on the rickety old circular table, making it shake under his heavy grip, the fatui diplomat kneeled down next to him shivering almost as much as the table.
"What the FUCK is that stupid ginger haired bastard doing?!" Scaramouche seethed.
"Hmh," La Signora scoffed, leaning into her armchair lazily. "Calm down, being angry makes you age faster, you know."
"Shut up!" Scaramouche whipped around sharply to look at the 8th Harbinger, making the poor fatui diplomat next to him flinch from fear once again. "Her Highness sent Tartaglia to take the Geo Archon's gnosis, not to get in his pants and act all lovey dovey!"
"Oh ye~s, you'd know ALL about acting lovey dovey.." Signora began, dismissively waving her hand to call over the terrified fatui diplomat. "You, go get me a glass of Osmanthus Wine."
The fatui diplomat scattered away from Scaramouche, internally sighing a great sigh of relief once he was out of Scaramouche's 5-metre hit radius, as if surprised that his head was still attached to his neck.
"Lovey.. What's that supposed to mean?" He snapped back, glaring at her. "Tartaglia KNOWS about the rules of being a harbinger.. he's associating with the enemy!"
Oh, puh-lease, Scaramouche, don't act as if you're all that innocent~, now, what was her name? That.. astronomer? Mola? Noma?" She teased.
"Her name is MONA, and she's an astrologist, not an astronomer, you daft dimbo. She has NOTHING to do with this." His voice became cold, his eyes icy.
"I know all about your love life, dear. Being The Tsaritsa's favourite has its perks~"
"Shut your mouth." Scaramouche crossed his arms. "What should we do about Tartaglia? At this rate, he'll end up marrying the Geo Archon before even touching his gnosis."
"Hm, leave that to me... I'm sure Childe will remember where his loyalty lies soon.. after all, he can't forget who made him the person he is today~"
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"Aaaaaahhh..." Childe wailed, tightening his grip on the small pink pillow Paimon had provided the male.
"Quiet down, you sound like a teenage girl." Lumine deadpanned, sitting down onto her bed next to Childe and Paimon.
"Oh puh-lease. You're barely over five years old you baby-- ow!" Paimon teased, earning a slap on the back.
"Yeah, barely over five. Five HUNDRED." Lumine rolled her eyes jokingly, whacking Paimon softly over the head with a pillow, with just enough force to send the little 'flying child' tumbling.
"Stop fighting, you idiots. I need something to wear for my date but most of my clothes are the exact same.."
"Won't Zhongli be getting off from his job before your date? Paimon thinks he'll be wearing his office clothes!" Paimon exclaimed.
"In that case, we should buy you some new clothes."
"Lumine, NO. I hate shopping for clothes, why do you think my wardrobe is so boring?" Childe whined, sitting up. Lumine sighed.
"I'm gonna go make some coffee." Lumine walked out of her bedroom and into the kitchen of her small two bedroom apartment.
Lumine poured some water into the kettle, waiting for it to boil. She pulled her smartphone out of her pocket dialling her brother's phone number.
"Xiao- S-stop, ugh- Oh shit I- Be quiet Xiao-"
Lumine rolled her eyes. "You over at Xiao's again? Well, whatever. I need your help."
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DUTY | 𝗔 Chili 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗰 | GENSHIN IMPACT
Fanfiction"I love you." "You can't." Zhongli x Childe , Xiao x Aether, Scaramouche x Mona , Xingqiu x Chongyun , Beidou x Ningguang Please do not hate on any ships included in the fanfiction, they are purely my opinion. TW: This fanfiction contains violence a...
