psychedelic | g.enshin smut

2 | Arlecchino

TO BREAK A HARBINGER
archon!top! reader x devoted follower! arlecchino
thigh riding, temperature play, praise kink

there will be top arle in the future so be quiet if you don't like it lol
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You were the cryo archon. The tsaritsa. You ruled over the frozen ice nation known as Snezhnaya. You were the reason Archon's we're losing their gnosis'. And, the devotion your followers had to you was one of the strongest in the whole of Teyvat. Barbatos' had lost faith in him after his abandonment, Morax' had wavered faith with some siding with humanity rather than gods, Baal's despised her, Kusanalí had half of her nation hating her and stuck in a dream loop, and then of course Focalors... well, yeah.

You were the one who had the most control over your nation. No rebellions. Your Harbingers. No one dared challenge you. It was perfect.

Well, for the most part. Your citizens were prideful, having you as their god, but that meant they often got in trouble in other nations. More recently, your eleventh Harbinger Childe having been arrested in Fontaine. How annoying. How utterly pointless.

The ginger stood awkwardly in front of you, glancing at the floor rather than his god. You were irritated, naturally, and he knew that all to well. "Look up at me, Tartaglia."

His head snaps up.

"I apologi—"

"Yes I'm sure." You lean on your hand, giving him an unimpressed look. "Should I ask why the harbinger I sent to Fontaine for business got arrested in less than a month?"

Childe sighs. "It was a misunderstanding, my lady, you have to understand—"

"I don't believe I have to do anything."

Childe stiffens softly and looks away again. You opt to not scold him this time, not wanting to waste your own breath on his insufficient behavior. Before you can declare again however, a voice interjects. The voice of the person who returned him in the first place. "Permission to speak, my lady?"

The fourth fatui harbinger, Arlecchino, looks boldy back at you— her face gentle with the kind of elegance you assume only she can muster. Raising a brow you nod. "Permission granted."

"Tartaglia's case was... peculiar, at best. He was charged under false pretenses. Seems the judging system of my origin nation is rather flawed," Your jaw tightens. Arlecchino spots this and let's her eyes fall to the ground. "My lady what i'm trying to say is for once, it wasn't his fault."

You look over at Childe who watches Arlecchino. "Look at your god, Tartaglia." You hiss, watching him quickly look over. "I want to hear none of this ever again. If you land yourself in a fontainian prison one more time, you'll be revoked your position as harbinger. Accident or not."

Childe nods slowly. "Yes, my lady."

"Good. Get out of my sight."

Waving, he's gone with a flash. You lean down on your hand and rub at your head, the stress of dealing with idiot's like him being far too annoying for your liking.

"My lady?" Arlecchino's silky smooth voice cuts in, making you squint over at her.

"What?"